Quotes About Curiosity

I like the breath of foreign air, the close-up glimpses of lives far removed from my own. I liked to hear the accents and work out where their owners came from, to study the clothes of people who have never seen a Next catalog or bought a five-pack of knickers at Marks and Spencer.

Perhaps we all harbor a perverse need to get close to things that might destroy us.

And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five-mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.

I looked at my boyfriend and wondered if he was actually an alien.

the only people who still have all the answers are those who have never been faced with the questions.

It was a world of order, of high standards met and maintained. Mac felt curiousity reassured that a place like this still existed.

He had blown in with the soft breezes of a wider world, and it was weirdly seductive.

I'm telling you there's a while world out there.

Perhaps we all harbor a perverse need to get close to the things that might destroy us.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They were too polite to actually stare. Instead, they did this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he'd gone past, at which point their gaze would flicker towards him, even while they remained in conversation with someone else. They wouldn't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude.

He doesn't have to actually do anything, but it's about widening his horizons, right? We

Every time I think I know everything about horses, there is something more to surprise me. "I feel the same way about humans," Mac said.

But when you look outwards, why, there's a whole world of beautiful things.

Procurar conocimientos es expandir nuestro propio universo.

Here's the thing about middle-class people. They pretend not to look, but they do. They're too polite to actually stare. Instead, they do this weird thing of catching sight of Will in their field of vision and then determinedly not looking at him. Until he's gone past, at which point their gaze flickers toward him, even while they remain in conversation with someone else. They won't talk about him, though. Because that would be rude. As

You know, you don't dress like someone from round here. I quite look forward to seeing what insane combination you're going to turn up in next.

I used to think you were going to eat those books, you were so hungry for them. Never knew a girl read so many so fast.

Lily Houghton-Miller stood in the middle of my living room and surveyed me with the detached interest of a scientist gazing at a new variety of manure-based invertebrate.

It's a bit weird, constantly being compared to someone you've never met.

felt oddly ashamed at how little I had really explored New York.

I pressed my ear against the door, trying to work out if it was safe to knock, feeling furtive, as if it were I who was at fault. But all I could hear was music and muffled conversation.

For me from a pretty young age up until about 21 years old hallucinogenics had a huge place in my life.

He read a lot. He used a lot of big words. I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often. A couple of times I tried to tell him it was a mistake to get too deep into that kind of stuff, but Alex got stuck on things. He always had to know the absolute right answer before he could go on to the next thing.

And I say too much of what, he says too much of everything, too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and I don't know where to begin but I want to try.