Quotes About Curiosity

If you do not fill your energetic field with new experiences, new ideas, and new versions of yourself, your field becomes dim and worn, bored with the same old story.

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where?" he asked. "TO THE

skipped the rest of the way to Room Nine.

what happened at school," she said.

saw a girl with a ring through her nose, a lady pushing a poodle in a stroller, and a guy wearing a cardboard box.

Curiosity is the best antidote to prejudice... Learn to see all humankind in its maddening, glorious complexity.

Because people are always afraid of what they do not know, what they do not understand, the unfamiliar or the different, and

And what's this the cat's dragged in then? Lochinvar,' she said acidly.

the Condor. "I don't interest myself in why. I think more often in terms of when. Sometimes where. Always how much.

rubbing his chin, "as Nicolas Cage put it in Con Air, 'On any other day, that might seem strange.

Miser Shen is preparing to spend the night with a goat.

Within an hour we had a visit from a gentleman with shifty eyes and an interesting pattern of knife scars where his nose used to be

Then she dives out the door - or window, it doesn't matter - to see what wonders the new day will bring, and since Lotus Cloud views the world with the delighted eyes of a child everything is equally marvelous.

In any new country we want panoramas.

When we enter the landscape to learn something, we are obligated, I think, to pay attention rather than constantly to pose questions.

the modern university is a kind of intellectual shopping mall.

Little Timmy was digging a big hole in his backyard when the next-door neighbor looked over. "Why are you digging that huge hole?" he asked. "My ferret died," Little Timmy replied, throwing another shovel full of dirt over his shoulder. "But why are you making the hole so big?" the neighbor asked. "Because your dog ate it," Little Timmy replied.

Lecteur paisible et bucolique, Sobre et naïf homme de bien, Jette ce livre saturnien, Orgiaque et mélancolique. Si tu n'as fait ta rhétorique Chez Satan, le rusé doyen, Jette ! tu n'y comprendrais rien, Ou tu me croirais hystérique. Mais si, sans se laisser charmer, Ton oeil sait plonger dans les gouffres, Lis-moi, pour apprendre à m'aimer ; Ame curieuse qui souffres Et vas cherchant ton paradis, Plains-moi !... sinon, je te maudis !

But somebody said there was billions bet on this. You'd think they'd be lined up three deep the whole way. And that there'd be TV coverage It's discouraged. Why? Why ask me? Because you know, Garraty said, exasperated. How do you know? Jesus, you remind me of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, sometimes, Garraty said. Don't you ever just talk?

He had an instinct for mischief in his head, just as some people have a way with numbers or a clear sense of direction.

Well then, I'm going to tell you a secret almost every newspaper man and woman who's been at it awhile knows: in real life, the number of actual stories - those with beginnings, middles, and ends - are slim and none. But if you can give your readers just one unknown thing (two at the very outside) and then kick in what Dave Bowie there calls a musta-been, your reader will tell himself a story.

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I'm like the curious cat. You know what they say—satisfaction brought him back.