Quotes About Curiosity

Dance, vaudeville, drama, movies - as a child I loved everything that went on in a theater.

Amazement awaits us at every corner.

Curiosity is the most powerful thing you own.

Curiosity is the most powerful thing you own. Imagination is a force that can actually manifest a reality.

Every time you dive, you hope you'll see something new - some new species. Sometimes the ocean gives you a gift, sometimes it doesn't.

Curious, I thought, the way nature provided for eyelids, but not lids for the ears.

God gives us intelligence to uncover the wonders of nature. Without the gift, nothing is possible.

Thoroughly conscious ignorance is the prelude to every real advance in science.

The universality of tattooing is a curious subject for speculation.

People know that you have to exhibit C.A.R. Curiosity, Appreciation and Respect, in order to be gifted with my friendship as otherwise you are wasting my valuable time and yours

Science moves with the spirit of an adventure characterized both by youthful arrogance and by the belief that the truth, once found, would be simple as well as pretty.

Science has always been my preoccupation and when you think a breakthrough is possible, it is terribly exciting.

When asked by a student if he believes in any gods ] Oh, no. Absolutely not... The biggest advantage to believing in God is you don't have to understand anything, no physics, no biology. I wanted to understand.

What's going on?" Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. "Why're you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?

sometimes you don't look very hard for things you don't believe will or can happen.

Minho] pulled one of his knives from a pocket and, without missing a beat, cut a big piece of ivy off the wall. He threw it on the ground behind him and kept running. "Bread crumbs?" Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him. "Bread crumbs," Minho replied. "I'm Hansel, you're Gretel.

What was that shuck thing?" -Minho "Magic goop that eat's people's heads, that's what it bloody was." -Newt

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas asked. "You're awake. Now eat—you look horrible. Almost as bad as Rat Man over there, reading his book.

Thomas swallowed, wondering how he could ever go out there. His desire to become a Runner had taken a major blow. But he had to do it. Somehow he KNEW he had to do it. It was such an odd thing to feel, especially after what he'd just seen... Thomas knew he was a smart kid- he somehow felt it in his bones. But nothing about this place made any sense. Except for one thing. He was supposed to be a Runner. Why did he feel that so strongly? And even now, after seeing what lived in the maze?

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything. "There's something about us. We're not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We're valuable. Alive, not dead." The anger on Jorge's face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What's a shank?

Thoughts of the girl crashed around his mind, made him remember the connection he felt. A sadness washed over him, as if he missed her, wanted to see her. That doesn't make sense, he thought. I don't even know her name.

Did a bloody Griever come out and ask for a snog?

Minho clucked his tongue. "Who cares about that? What's this freakin' stuff about her being the Betrayer?" "And what's 'Group A, Subject A1' mean?" This was Newt, who handed over the fire extinguisher to Thomas. "Anyway, your turn to break a buggin' door handle.

He knew he had a lot to learn—that was why he was asking questions.