Quotes About Curiosity

Zaccheus heDid climb the treeOur Lord to see.

People who look through keyholes are apt to get the idea that most things are keyhole shaped.

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

When a cow laughs, does milk come out her nose?

How can these things be?

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

Does breast milk come in chocolate?

Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.

A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer.

You can tell a child is growing up when he stops asking where he came from and starts refusing to tell where he is going.

A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.

Cave ab homine unius libri [Beware the man of one book].

What are little boys made of?Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails;That's what little boys are made of.

Hickety pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen.Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.

Every experience is a form of exploration.

debrucei-me, curioso, para mim

Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria's mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.

That without experimentation, a willingness to ask questions and try new things, we shall surely become static, repetitive, moribund.

Learn not only to find what you like, learn to like what you find.

The one thing you need most of all is the readiness to learn something new. The chances that you will wake up are in direct proportion to the amount of truth you can take without running away.

If only life were like a Jules Verne novel, thinks Marie-Laure, and you could page ahead when you most needed to, and learn what would happen.

There is pride, too, though - pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.

Not-knowing is always more thrilling than knowing. Not-knowing is where hope and art and possibility and invention come from. It is not-knowing, that old, old thing, that allows everything to be renewed.