Quotes About Curiosity

I didn't write. I just wandered about.' Martha Gelhorn, novelist and journalist

Rosie knew that she could promise no more than what she had, but she resolved there and then that if she did nothing else in her life, she would find out what had happened to that baby and where she was now.

For all the robots who question their programming.

Paladin had nothing to say to that, so he decided to pry. "What do you do?" "I make custom penises.

The curio, denoting a piece of bric-a-brac from the Far East since the mid-nineteenth century and a shortened form of the word curiosity, already draws something from the enchanted transformation of ornamentalism: the thing that becomes Thing—but, alas, never quite free from a threatening intimacy with its original status as a mere thing.24 This uneasy fluctuation between value and waste always haunts the curio, which is to say, haunts the "Oriental thing.

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

Simon didn't think Meg really wanted to know how to eviscerate a rabbit. He could be wrong about that, but he just couldn't picture Meg pouncing on a bunny and ripping it open with her teeth. Maybe if he tried harder to picture it?

He moved forward cautiously. He circled it, sniffed it, whapped it with a paw. Then he found the product tag and stared at it for a minute. Turning toward her, he lifted a lip in something that might have been a sneer. "I know it says it's a dog bed, but I'm sure a Wolf can use it," Meg said. Nothing but grumbly sounds from the Wolf. "Fine. If you want to lie on a cold, hard floor instead of something comfy and warm just because Wolf is spelled d-o-g, you go right ahead.

Meg carried a purse when she went to the office or the Market Square, but it was small and didn't hold anything of particular interest. He knew that because he'd looked.

It's none of my business, but I am curious," Saetan said. "Why are you standing out here displaying your assets?

Why is the moon shaped like that?" he asked. "It's a heart," Meg replied. "Haven't you seen this symbol before?" "Sure. But it's not the thumpy-thump good-eating kind of heart." "It's a romantic heart." She looked up and narrowed her eyes. "Is that why you shelved the kissy books with the cookbooks? Because a heart is a heart?

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

Listening is a basic ingredient of attention, and it can be learned and practiced. Listening is fueled by interest and curiosity. It is a discipline and an action in the world, and the results are nearly magical. Hearing can restore. To be heard, really heard by another person, is to be healed.

A thousand questions hit my eyes from the inside.

As in childhood we live sweeping close to the sky and now, what dawn is this.

Gyermekként úgy élünk, szinte az eget súroljuk, de most miféle virradat ez.

All children are beautiful: the thing they do with their eyes that seems so dazzling when they take you all in, or seem to take you all in; it's like being looked at by an alien, or a cat - who knows what they see?

I have never been able to resist a book about books.

It has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious corpus of volumes whose subject matter is completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.

I can think of few better ways to introduce a child to books than to let her stack them, upend them, rearrange them, and get her fingerprints all over them.

My brother and I were able to fantasize far more extravagantly about our parents' tastes and desires, their aspirations and their vices, by scanning their bookcases than by snooping in their closest. Their selves were on their shelves.

You can miss a lot by sticking to the point.

the blade have been deflected?

She smiled at him. Why was she always smiling at him? It made him tense.