Quotes About Curiosity

Ordinary life does not interest me.

Viaggiamo per cercare altri luoghi, altre vite,m altre anime.

Why has she loved ships so deeply, why has she always wanted to sail away from this world? Why has she always dreamed of flight, of departure?

Curious, that wine which did not go to one's head. Or were our heads impermeable to all but music and words? So it seems.

Yes, Anaïs, I want to demask you. I am too gallant with you. I want to look at you long and ardently, pick up your dress, fondle you, examine you. Do you know I have scarcely looked at you? There is still too much sacredness clinging to you.

Perhaps there is nothing at all, perhaps the mystery is that there is no mystery at all. Perhaps she is empty, and there is no June at all." "But, Henry, how can an empty woman have such a vivid presence, how can an empty woman cause insomnia, awaken so many curiosities? How could an empty woman cause other women to take flight, as you tell me, abdicating immediately before her?

He overlooks the voluptuousness of half-knowledge, half-possession, of leaning over the edge dangerously, for no specific climax.

I want to give you an idea. . . . "Ask some rector for a copy of the Apocrypha". . .. "Read Rabelais in old French." "Reread Cervantes" .

And oh, someday, what a treat you will have when you read Thiess . . . Frank Thiess.

The Lawrence book excited me too.

the writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it out on his desk later, and then engages in a duel with it verbally. Some people call it weakness. I call it postponement.

Discovering a new street in Paris, or a new café, is much more interesting to me than visiting an old château or cathedral in some godforsaken hamlet.

You like feeling lost. You enjoy being baffled. It gives you a false sense of mental energy, activity.

Les Frontières Humaines[by Ribemont-Dessaigne] came and I looked at the jacket and I do not read it. It looks too good. I am saving it for a rainy day, a day of despair, when one wants to eat his fellow man. I love the looks of it. I believe in it before reading a page.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

Ante ciertos libros, uno se pregunta: ¿quién los leerá? Y ante ciertas personas uno se pregunta: ¿qué leerán? Y al fin, libros y personas se encuentran.

Que ta vision soit à chaque instant nouvelle. Le sage est celui qui s'étonne de tout.

For what use is it to forbid what we can't prevent? If books are forbidden, children read them on the sly.

I am not sure whether I altogether understand you. You make me curious. I don't much care about talking, but I should like to talk to you.