Quotes About Curiosity

You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked into...it is as much as you can expect from a poor man's daughter.

I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood's sense of superiority

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

A Bird came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass – And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass – ...

Whose fingers string the stalactite- Who counts the Wampum of the night

Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say?

There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.

The Hills erect their purple heads, The Rivers lean to see— Yet Man has not, of all the throng, A curiosity.

Split the lark and you'll find the music

Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door.

I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

Somebody flings a mattress out, — The children hurry by; They wonder if It died on that

Will there really be a Morning? Is there such a thing as Day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor! Oh some Wise Men from the skies! Please to tell a little Pilgrim Where the place called Morning lies!

I'm going to keep seeing him as much as I can. We'll see what happens, I say, realizing that just seeing what happens is my version of going for it.

Only boring people get bored.

It's a matter of curiosity—and anyone who says they are utterly indifferent to what their significant exes are doing is, in my opinion, either lying or lacking a certain amount of emotional depth. I'm not saying it's healthy to be past-obsessed, ferreting out details of every ex. But it's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

People who like surprises want you to like surprises, too.

A feeling that I know so little about the world. And maybe the tiniest bit of excitement that there are real possibilities in life, too.

Children are not good at living a lie. Children have too much energy, are too impatient, and ask too many questions.

I saw Richelle turn her head to stare at him curiously. She always thought it was odd when people cared a lot about things. Sometimes I'd try and explain it to her. "It's like you care about clothes and stuff, Richelle," I'd say. But then she'd just look at me as if I was odd. That wasn't something she just cared about. It was life, to her, like breathing in and out. It couldn't be compared to anything else, in her opinion.

Me and Ma have a deal, we're going to try everything one time so we know what we like.

I looked in my mirror and saw, not myself, but every place I'd never been.