Quotes About Curiosity

How long? I asked, and then remembered that speech came from my mouth. 'How long?

If you can read, you can learn anything.

I have always been more curious than wise. Yet any wisdom I have ever gained has come to me from my curiosity. So I have never learned to turn away from it.

When I was little, I used to think that the sky at night was a big, black blanket that separated heaven from earth, and the stars were a whole bunch of little pin holes that the angels poked in the blanket so they could look down on us.

How she wished she'd asked Father more about this Jack Ludgrove instead of storming out in a huff.

Harry] had always suffered from a vague restlessness, a longing for adventure that she told herself severely was the result of reading too many novels when she was a small child.

Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary.

And what was that on the man's wrist? Collin clenched a hand around his own wrist, feeling for what was missing.

Count calories if you like, but go ahead and gorge yourself on books. What have you got to lose but a small mind?

No matter what our age, we ought to never stop eating books, for books are the feast of the imagination.

Life is like a tasting plate. You have to try everything...at least once.

Biologists may make unsuitable dinner conversation, but we are seldom bored.

What lies beyond our grasp remains unnamed.

I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself.

Our mental maps had all the landmarks we kids needed:

Like the young of every species they escape the restrictions of their elders and seek out the freedom of the wide-open spaces.

I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself

My questions were bigger than science could touch.

He shook his head again. 'I just can't figure out why anyone in his right head would bother these Virgin River women.' 'Yeah. Makes no sense.' Jack said.

Daddy? Daddy, I know the baby is in the mommy"s tummy and the baby comes out of the mommy"s tummy, but, Daddy? How do that baby get in the mommy"s tummy?

Good luck with this, man." "It's not what you think." "Oh—it is what I think. You're so into this woman, you're done for. I can't wait to see how this turns out." "Yeah. Me, too.

To pry would involve being told an answer I didn't want to hear. So I didn't pry.

Give Blackwater a chance," Jeremy suggested, opening the refrigerator door and hanging on it again, as if somehow the contents within had changed in the last five minutes.

Today, he carefully stepped through McPherson's house, where a single half-drunk glass of wine and a plate of sliced cheese sat on the kitchen counter. The knife she'd used to cut the cheese had been left near the remains of a wedge. "Snack for one," he observed. "Maybe dinner." When he arched a brow, she said, "I'm a single woman. I recognize a meal when I see one." "If