Quotes About Curiosity

I recalled my friends from college and wondered how they were doing.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

Having adventures comes natural to some people, said Anne serenely. You just have a gift for them or you haven't.

We don't know where we're going, but isn't is fun to go?

When I left Queen's my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don't know what lies around the bend, but I am going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes - what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows - what new landscapes - what new beauties - what curves and hills and valleys farther on.

It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?

But just think what a dull world it would be if everyone was sensible,' pleaded Anne.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

One can't stay sad for long in such an interesting world, can one?

She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

Oh, we're very careful, Marilla. And it's so interesting. Two flashes means, Are you there? Three means yes and four no. Five means, Come over as soon as possible, because I have something important to reveal. Diana has just signalled five flashes, and I'm really suffering to know what it is.

How are you going to find out about things if you don't ask questions?

Do you never imagine things different from what they really are? asked Anne wide-eyed. No. Oh! Anne drew a long breath. Oh, Miss--Marilla, how much you miss!

I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the end of it.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive – it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?

Anne? said Dacy sitting up in bed and propping his chin on his hands, Anne, where is sleep? People go to sleep every night, and of course I know it's a place where I do things I dream, but I want to know where it is and how to get there and back without knowing anything about it . . . and in my nighty too. Where is it?

Oh, Aunt Elizabeth, said Emily breathlessly, when you hold the candle down like that it makes your face look just like a corpse! Oh, it's so interesting.

Or she may find out what is at the end of the harbor road…that wandering, twisting road like a nice red snake, that leads, so Elizabeth thinks, to the end of the world. Perhaps the Island of Happiness is there.

Cousin Jimmy says that a man in Priest Pond says the end of the world is coming soon. I hope it won't come till I've seen everything in it.

It's snowing some today and Marilla says the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is the old woman in the sky God's wife, Anne? I want to know. Mrs.

Like all woods, it seemed to be holding and enfolding secrets in its recesses,—secrets whose charm is only to be won by entering in and patiently seeking.

Books are not written about proper children. They would be so dull no one would read them.

There is such a place as fairyland—but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.