Quotes About Curiosity

The human imagination abhors a vacuum, after all, and seeks to fill in the blanks in a life or a history

Good teachers don't approach a child of this age with overzealousness or with destructive conscientiousness. They're not drill-masters in the military or floor managers in a production system. They are specialists in opening small packages. They give the string a tug but do it carefully. They don't yet know what's in the box. They don't know if it's breakable.

Young children give us glimpses of some things that are eternal.

Children sometimes understand things that most grown-ups do not see.

Okay," I said slowly, "but what the hell would you mate a horse with to get a unicorn, because I don't see horses and narwhales doing the dirty boogie.

Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch. Orson Welles

mean it could be," said Grandpa. "Really?" said Norm. "Might just be the thin end of the wedge, Norman." And what was that supposed to mean? thought Norm. Thin end of what flipping wedge? A wedge of cheese? What was it with flipping cheese today? Everyone

Harken craned forward, but he couldn't see the entrance ladder. That battered blue box was in the way. He tried to read the writing on the door, but the light was too dim. But, in an odd sort of way, the box was comforting.

Granada had never been on the water before and she marveled at how the creek was a living thing with a will of its own, like an untamed horse challenging her to ride upon its back.

They all watched silently as she walked toward her cabin, but when she got to the doorway she stopped and turned around. She stood for a moment with her chin lifted and her eyes closed. What on earth was she doing? Granada wondered.

Now there's a good course title, 'The Mystery in Art History.' It even rhymes.

It wasn't the body," he said. "I've seen worse things in our fridge.

I'm sorry, Miraculous One, it's difficult to think of new titles for you when you ask short questions.

What could it be? Not a date, surely—the boy's got eyes.

I opened my mouth to speak – but before I could do so, the ghost gave its response. It was brief, pungent, and to the point. I passed it on. Lockwood started. 'Charming! Hold on – was that from you or the ghost?' 'The ghost, of course.' George whistled. 'I'm not sure I should write that down.

Yes, all the inhabitants of the store had left. But that didn't mean we were alone.

Their first stop, naturally, was the library.

Breathing hard between her teeth, she swung the torch around. Where was Albert? Lying on his back by the steps, with his legs wavering in the air. It was typical of him.

Did it talk about the afterlife?' George said eagerly. His eyes shone bright behind his spectacles. 'That's the big one. That's what everyone wants. What happens after death. Immortality... The fate of the human soul...' I took a deep breath. 'It said you were fat.

Despite his crimped shirts and flowing mane (or perhaps because of them) I had seen no evidence as yet that Nathaniel even knew what a girl was. If he'd ever met one, chances are they'd both have run screaming in opposite directions.

Hail, fellow, well met,All dirty and wet:Find out if you can,Who's master, who's man.

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.

Lord, I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing!