Quotes About Curiosity

we're about to get to know each other very well.

I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

whatever else I need, I'll get when I'm there. That's the whole point of an adventure. Pack light and figure the rest out as you go.

Sure, you could go to the bakery and pick out the exact cake you want, but there is a thrill in not being sure what you'll end up with.

We spend the rest of the trip surfing radio stations.

But then maybe i don't want to know. Maybe it;s nicer not knowing.

This is our life; there's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

Someone like him could never be content staying at home and watching a movie on the couch.

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

WHEN YOU'RE TRYING SOMETHING NEW, YOU'RE TORN BETWEEN ANTICIPATING A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE AND THINKING YOU'RE A FOOL TO IGNORE WHAT YOU KNOW YOU LIKE.

After lights out Charlie and Fidelio went to the bathroom

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

found a book called Thriving Not Surviving in a box on the street. I stood there, flipping through it, unwilling to commit.

Is she a good baby? People would ask me. Well, no, I'd say. That swirl of hair on the back of her head. We must have taken a thousand pictures of it.

Three questions from my daughter: Why is there salt in the sea? Will you die before me? Do you know how many dogs George Washington had? Don't know. Yes. Please. 36.

The wife sits in the backyard with binoculars. She is trying to learn about the birds. She has seen robins and sparrows and wrens. A green-throated hummingbird. She wants to know the name of the black bird with the red wings. She looks it up. It is a red-winged blackbird.

Q: How did we end up here? A: We can, if need be, ransack the whole globe, penetrate into the bowels of the earth, descend to the bottom of the deep, travel to the farthest regions of this world, to acquire wealth, to increase our knowledge, or even only to please our eye and fancy. (William Derham, 1711)

Can I ask you something?' Will says and I say 'Sure, ask me something.' 'How do you know all this?' 'I'm a fucking librarian

I closed my eyes and listened to it. Who is this person? I wondered.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

Christine always wanted to know what was afoot, and any matter on which she was prevented from giving her opinion she took to be going badly.

Then the green man's face grew even blacker, the red beard so red it seemed to crackle and sparkle like fir twigs on the fire; the mouth contracted to an arrow-like point before it opened to inquire in the sweetest, gentlest tones.

Wisdom requires not only the investigation of many things, but contemplation of the mystery.

This is an old problem: Knowledge calls for more knowledge,