Quotes About Curiosity

The store of fairy tales, that blue chamber where stories lie waiting to be rediscovered, holds out the promise of just those creative enchantments, not only for its own characters caught in its own plotlines; it offers magical metamorphoses to the one who opens the door, who passes on what was found there, and to those who hear what the storyteller brings. The faculty of wonder, like curiosity can make things happen; it is time for wishful thinking to have its due.

Curiosity is the beginning and end of secrets.

Galileo established what has since become the modern approach to the study of all natural phenomena.

podría satisfacer su curiosidad morbosa, su apetito chismográfico, ese placer inmenso que produce a los mediocres, la mayoría de la humanidad, saber que los famosos, los respetables, las celebridades, los decentes, están hechos también del mismo barro mugriento que los demás.

Je veux voir le film, grosse bête.»

Una vida mental rica y propia exige curiosidad, malicia, fantasía y deseos insatisfechos, es decir, una mente «sucia», malos pensamientos, floración de imágenes prohibidas, apetitos que induzcan a explorar lo desconocido y a renovar lo conocido, desacatos sistemáticos a las ideas heredadas, los conocimientos manoseados y los valores en boga.

no estoy en policiales —dijo Santiago—.

Zou ze me, als haar man op reis was, een keer willen toestaan naar Newmarket te komen en een blik in haar huis te werpen? Nee, nooit.

Is this the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kendall?" he asked, wondering whether he had arrived by mistake at a brothel that was throwing some sort of a party. "Oh

If you're in a country and you want to learn about it, it's a good idea to go and found out what they have to say for themselves; you might want to write a good story about it, when they're not looking.

There was quantum mechanics, string theory, and then there was the most mind-bending frontier of the natural world, women .

You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

And so fleas look up at the sky and wonder why stars .

Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure, little-read entry on Hungarian poetry.

She was inches from my face, really squinting , as if it were a section of a globe she'd never closely inspected before, an ocean filled with strings of unnamed islands.

Two: there was no car in the driveway, so the question of how he'd come here without an umbrella yet remained perfectly dry hung in the air, vaguely alarming, like a faint odor of gas.

En su casa encontraron discos, cintas de vídeo, un juego de cartas, un ajedrez, en fin, todo lo que estaba prohibido...

To find meaning is to find the connection between ourselves and everyone else. We need to know where we belong and how our efforts affect our world. Whether or not we are people of faith, we are curious about eternal things. Even if we try to shelve our spiritual questions, our subconscious minds continue to wonder.

Books are curious things. When they want to live, they find a way to become part of the lives that need them. From: The Familiar vol. 2: Into the Forest

Books are curious things. When they want to live, the find a way to become part of the lives that need them. From: The Familiar vol. 2: Into the Forest

And Siobhan says people go on holidays to see new things and relax, but it wouldn't make me relaxed and you can see new things by looking at earth under a microscope or drawing the shape of the solid made when 3 circular rods of equal thickness intersect at right angles. And I think that there are so many things just in one house that it would take years to think about all of them properly. And also, a thing is interesting because of thinking about it and not because of it being new.

Lots of things are mystries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.

That was because when I was little I didn't understand about other people having minds.

Siobhan said that I should write something I would want to read myself. Mostly I read books about science and maths. I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which whose clench who do not depend on stimulus. What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor does Siobhan or Mr. Jeavons. I have asked them.