Quotes About Curiosity

there is more Magic in the world than most scoffing people credit.

We'll talk about this another time. Hold still. Stop breathing. Your chest keeps moving." "Kind of hard not to breathe," muttered Cerúlia. And you were the one who wanted to know everything.

Interesting people aren't interested in appearing interesting

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?

I could not tell, now, if it was my need for knowledge that drove me of the hunger of the thing that infected the tower.

Sex was a reasonable alternative to burning fossil fuels. Maybe she should teach it in class. Hey, kids, there is solar energy, geothermal energy, wind energy and sex. Ask your parents about that one.

If you don't push yourself to do the things that scare you, how will you ever find out if there's more to life than the one you're living?

SMALL BOY: Where do animals go when they die? SMALL GIRL: All good animals go to heaven, but the bad ones go to the Natural History Museum. — Caption to a drawing by E.H. Shepard, PUNCH, 1929 SIMON

The importance of knowing nothing is underrated.

That's when it hit me. I scrambled to his side of the bed in haste, silently opened the bedside drawer and located the box of matches he had used to light the candle.

She watched Trey nod his head to her question before asking, "Would you like to see what I retrieved from my bag? I promise you'll love it and beg for more.

Oh dear," said my mother, turning to Marmie and going "Ce Justin, est-il gai?" (This Justin, is he gay?) Marmie handed her a hot chocolate and shrugged. "Qui sait? Je ne suis pas se petite amie." (Who knows? I'm not his girlfriend.)

He's definitely one of those men you love before you get to know.

Art is not supposed to repeat what you already know. It is supposed to ask questions.

I might be weary or stupid; I might be nauseous with drink; I might be sore, at the hips, with the ache of my monthlies, but the opening of this box, as I have said, never ceased to stir me - I was like a dog twitching and slavering to hear his mistress call out Bone!

She looked again at Julia's handsome, fragile figure and thought, What is it about Julia? Why is she always so alone?

E feci un'altra riverenza strizzando l'occhio. Due cose curiose da fare assieme , e non vi consiglierei di provare: poiché temo che la strizzatina d'occhio abbia sbilanciato la riverenza, e sono certa che la riverenza abbia sciupato la strizzatina.

seen something in their poses, for, 'Spoony!

It's a curious, wanting thing.

Irish poet David Whyte, pausing after a complex thought, or a hoary quandary, looking out to the room of devotees who flock to his workshops around the world, and asking, "But what is the more beautiful question?" And we are immediately reminded that there is always a more beautiful question that should be asked. I've heard David explain that asking the more beautiful question (invariably the courageous one) delivers us the answer we seek.

Human beings have a voracious appetite for trying to figure things out in order to gain a sense of mastery over their lives.

There was a lot under those words. I'd go digging for it later.

You'll methodically do everything you can to find me, then tick that off your list: a job well done. But will you ever even want to know why I went missing?

how would you ever know that if you stayed your whole life in the same patch?