Quotes About Curiosity

The wise man says: Perhaps?

The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not "Eureka!" (I found it!) but "That's funny . . ." —Isaac Asimov

çünkü s?k?c?, tekdüze bir yaÅŸam, bilinmeyene kar?? daha büyük özlemler doÄŸurur.

Genius: the ability to prolong one's childhood.

Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops

I never smoked a cigarette until I was nine.

Um metafísico é alguém que, quando você lhe diz que dois vezes dois são quatro, ele quer saber o que você entende por vezes, o que significa dois, e o que quer dizer são e por que isto dá quatro. Por fazerem tais perguntas, os metafísicos desfrutam um luxo oriental nas universidades e são respeitados como homens educados e inteligentes.

I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost.

I am a student of life, and don't want to miss any experience. There's poetry in this sort of thing, you know--or perhaps you don't know, but it's all the same.

I had evoked - and the book was indeed all I had suspected.

With hidden powers of unknown extent apparently at his disposal, Curwen was not a man who could safely be warned to leave town.

We might have known from the first that human curiosity is undying, and that the results we announced would be enough to spear others ahead on the same age-long pursuit of the unknown.

Have only this consolation--that he was never a fiend or even truly a madman, but only an eager, studious, and curious boy whose love of mystery and of the past was his undoing. He stumbled on things no mortal ought ever to know, and reached back through the years as no one ever should reach; and something came out of those years to engulf him.

I think Professor Angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely to learn too much. Whether I shall go as he did remains to be seen, for I have learned much now.

Was tempted to quote Walden—"Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?"—but refrained. How can I get lonely, I asked, when there's still so much to read?

that in which young Wilcox had had his strange visitations.

There will always be a small percentage of persons who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted lands of incredible adventure and infinite possibilities which dreams open up to us, and which things like deep woods, fantastic urban towers, and flaming sunsets momentarily suggest.

I read odd books and entertained odd ideas (however furtively), largely ignored by my family; and at that age I was looking hard for someone to follow, a mentor of any sort, who would take me under his wing and recognize my special talents (assuming that I had any) and tell me the secret of how everything worked, so I could avoid pain. And there you were.

My fear again waned low, since a natural phenomenon tends to dispel broodings over the unknown.

Looking desultorily about, his attention had been drawn by a dull glimmering on one of the tables; and he had extricated the queer orblike stone from its shadowy, crowded position between an ugly little Aztec idol, the fossil egg of a dinornis, and an obscene fetish of black wood from the Niger.

Hay horrores que rebasan los confines mismos de la vida y que ni siquiera sospechamos, y sólo de vez en cuando la maligna curiosidad humana pone a nuestro alcance.

The purpose of my visit, and the frightful abnormalities it postulated, struck me all at once with a chill sensation that nearly overbalanced my ardour for strange delvings.

Nothing really known, can continue to be acutely fascinating.

It is man's relation to the cosmos—to the unknown—which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination. . . . —H. P. LOVECRAFT2