Quotes About Curiosity

I love being asked to identify plants, and I don't know which gives me more pleasure: to know what they are or not to know what they are.

Don't persuade, defend or interrupt. Be curious, be conversational, be real. And listen.

They are I-don't-know-it-alls. They are not afraid to look dumb or make mistakes. Because of that, they go places others won't and try things others don't. That is where the new discoveries are lurking. "So

I studied because I wanted to know, not because I wanted the world to know I knew.

on the tiny counter. "Playing? If that's what you

Ellen chopped the wood at the woodpile in the yard and she carried water from an old well in the rear of the pasture. She was afraid to pass beyond the ways allotted to her by her labours, and so the region beyond the pond stood off as a picture, unexplored

You could learn that too in books, it's said. I got a heap of books to read and ne'er a one have I read yet but two or maybe three. You could never read all the books in the world, I reckon, if you read all your days until you're old.' 'I don't aim to get old. I wouldn't. Grow up is all I aim.

The woman had been seen now a half-dozen times and had become a mass of characteristic motions and friendly staring eyes. Ellen longed to fix her into a thought, to know what she would say now that she knew how she would look saying it. She longed to find her out, to like her or to hate her.

They found a body in the Salford cemetery, but aboveground and alive.

You," she might have said to a particular grackle. "Georgia. Is it?

Look at the evening grackles strung on their overhead wires like Morse code! Impossible not to believe they spelled out something. But they didn't; they were meaningless, in their numbers and their prattle. The call of a grackle is known as a grackle: in the gloaming, the grackles grackle. Maybe they don't want anything. Maybe they stare because they wonder what you signify. What brought you here, to their front lawn?

Are you committed to having a really strange life?" She laughed. "Probably. What do you mean?

It's so weird how people like hamsters so much better than squirrels," Veblen added, knowing that hamsters were hindgut fermenters and coprophagists, whereas squirrels were nothing of the sort.

My personal feeling about science fiction is that it's always in some way connected to the real world, to our everyday world.

Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.

The book answers questions other people have thought of. I have thought of questions they have not answered. I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance. Maybe my questions matter.

He shouldn't want to see her, but he did. He shouldn't want to know how she felt, how she tasted, but he did. He shouldn't want to know what food she liked or what she thought about when she was alone. He shouldn't want to know what her favorite music was or what she did when she wasn't modeling, if she did anything at all, but he did. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Razel D'Punz; the real Razel. No makeup. No costumes. No lights or camera.

A sly smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he peered into the trunk. "Why do you have Robin Hood's toy chest?" - Brendan Daniels

The corners of his lips picked up. "You really didn't know I've been following you for the last five weeks?" Yeah, please feel free to make me feel stupid for that, Ken doll. I shook my head. "Well, of course not, because if you knew someone was watching you, you probably wouldn't have given yourself a spanking on the roof." And just like that, the man turned the humour back on. Weird. - Chapter 3: Heather and Brendan

You should never listen to experts, because in a few years everything they know to be 'true' will be disproven. It's how it's always been, and how it will always be. That's the power of discovery and curiosity.

she loved to stand in the middle of a market square, or a park, or a beach and take in the smells and the sounds of a world that was completely new to her. she loved being an anonymous extra in a crowd scene, like some real-life where's waldo - a tiny face, wide-eyed with wonder, in a vast, ever-changing picture.

Is everything here alive?" She asked, picking up a brush "Hello, what's your name?" Cogsworth looked at Belle and shook his head "um... that's a hairbrush

You never know what will spark a student's interest and feed the flame of learning. For me, all subjects are connected: writing, reading, science, art, music, math, social studies. By presenting myself as a writer with wide ranging passions - for astronomy, volcanology, art, music, history, and community service - I hope to inspire not only budding writers but also budding scientists, artists, activists...

Because when I first saw you I thought?no, I knew?you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you're smart and funny and brave. But most of all," he grins at me? "because I like questions.