Quotes About Curiosity

But I was not a mouse. In the fields where I walked, I was much more interested in the actions of the hawks.

make you want things you hadn't even known existed.

One thing I've learned is that strange things do happen. They happen all the time. Today, for instance, my best friend Jill's cat spoke. We were making brownies in the kitchen when we heard it say, 'Let me out.

Is there more to the story?" Vincent asked. "There's more to every story," his aunt told him.

I wondered if all creatures were drawn to what was dangerous or if we merely wanted light at any cost and were willing to burn for our desires.

Who but a fool would stay in one place and butt her head against the same window time and again?

No one called out my name. Finally, I went to open the door. I could smell burning metal.

Meg was a great reader and was never without a book; while walking to school she often had one open in her hands, so engrossed she would sometimes trip while navigating familiar streets.

Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.

Even when you kept your eyes wide open, the world would surprise you.

What do you have there?" he asked, always interested to discover what a person was reading, for he believed it was possible to see inside a person's soul once you knew which books mattered to them.

once a girl walked into a library she could never be controlled again.

Lucy Green couldn't stop reading. She was a secret reader...

It was too exciting a time to be tied down to school.

Each time I opened the window in my bedroom I smelled salt and fish and human desire. I knew what I wanted: my own place in the world, not a path I took because I was under my father's command but one I had chosen for myself. I wanted to know how other girls my age wore their hair, for mine was still in braids as if I were a child. How had they learned to dance, choose silk dresses from the shops, form friendships?

What I wanted to know had both nothing and everything to do with the natural world. I wished to know love.

The season I haunted Dreamland was the same summer I borrowed Maureen's copy of Jane Eyre. I wanted to read it for myself so that I might understand the depth of Mr. Morris's passion for this tale. Maureen said I could only have access to the volume when I was with her, for she was so protective of the book she kept it wrapped in brown paper to shield its cover.

Did you not think this was what the world was like? the Man from the Valley said to me.

Love begins in curious ways, in daylight or in darkness, when you are in search of it or when you least expect to find it.

If the Wolfman had not disappeared from my life I would have made certain to question him further about

Love begins in curious ways, in daylight or in darkness, when you are in search of it or when you least expect to find it. You may think it is one thing, when in fact it is something else entirely: infatuation, loneliness, seduction

She feels a little chill of expectation down her spine. There is someone, somewhere, who knows she's alive. "Somebody writes to me, Mom," Shelby tries to explain. "They think they know me. Maybe they read about me in the paper.

Just because we don't know it or understand it doesn't mean there's not a reason.

Would you like to know your fatal flaw?' Eddie flushed with annoyance. He could have easily made a list of Hochman's flaws, enough to fill several pages. Still, he was curious. 'Please do tell.' 'You judge what you don't understand.