Quotes About Curiosity

Alas! I already feel it closing in upon me. My life is spent in one long effort to escape from the commonplaces of existence. These little problems help me to do so.

las mujeres suelen interesarse por todo lo que es nebuloso, misterioso, indefinido.

Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand, because we have never seen anything similar.

I won't say I'd never wondered what might happen if she should die; I did wonder about it, in the same way I wondered what might happen if our house were swallowed up in an earthquake. There could hardly be life after such an event.

Zašto me tako ?udno umirivao pogled na njega?

eavesdropping

Un día le pregunté: ¿Papá, por qué eres tan viejo?. Él arqueó las cejas, de modo que tomaron la forma de unos pequeños paraguas caídos sobre sus ojos. Y luego suspiró largamente, movió la cabeza y dijo: No lo sé.

How curious it is, what the future brings us. You must take care, Sayuri, never to expect too much.

Scientists are peeping toms at the keyhole of eternity.

But the revival of a dynamic psychology which reinstated the academic respectability of such terms as curiosity, exploratory drive, purpose, only came about when experimental evidence showed that even in the rat the urge to explore may prevail over hunger and fear.

The roads that lead man to knowledge are as wondrous as that knowledge itself.

HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit

How can they whip cheese?

The job is to ask questions — it always was — and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.

You wouldn't have any idea what's going on, would you? BAYARD, shaking his head: I was walking down the street. LEBEAU: Me too. Something told me—Don't go outside today. So I went out. Weeks go by and I don't open my door. Today I go out. And I had no reason, I wasn't even going anywhere. Looks left and right to the others. To Bayard: They get picked up the same way?

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

Students and scholars of all kinds and of every age aim, as a rule, only at information, not insight. They make it a point of honour to have information about everything, every stone, plant, battle, or experiment and about all books, collectively and individually. It never occurs to them that information is merely a means to insight, but in itself is of little or no value.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like innocent prisoners, condemned, not to death, but to life, and as yet all unconscious of what their sentence means.

Students, and learned persons of all sorts and every age, aim as a rule at acquiring information rather than insight. They pique themselves upon knowing about everything—stones, plants, battles, experiments, and all the books in existence. It never occurs to them that information is only a means of insight, and in itself of little or no value.

They were not friends, Comdrade Pillai and Inspector Thomas Matthew, and they didn't trust each other. But they understood each other perfectly. They were both men whom childhood had abandoned without a trace. Men without curiosity. Without doubt. Both in their own way truly, terrifyingly, adult. They looked out into the world and never wondered how it worked, because they knew. They worked it. They were mechanics who serviced different parts of the same machine.

Margaret Kochamma found herself drawn towards him like a plant in a dark room towards a wedge of light.

Ja vi?a grib?tu, lai piepild?s k?da maza v?l?šan?s, t? b?tu- Nezin?t. Nezin?t, ko katra diena vi?ai sniegs. Nezin?t, kur vi?a b?s r?t, n?kamaj? m?nes? vai gad?. P?c desmit gadiem. Nezin?t, k? vi?as ce?š pagriez?sies un kas gaida aiz l?kuma.

L'enfance n'avait laissé sur eux aucune trace. Dépourvus de curiosité comme de doutes, ils étaient à leur manière terriblement adultes. (p.344)