Quotes About Curiosity

What else do you love, Lily?" No one had ever asked me this before. What did I love?

What has happened to our ability to dwell in unknowing, to live inside a question and coexist with the tensions of uncertainty?

The imagination should be allowed a certain amount of time to browse around.

To know exactly where you're headed may be the best way to go astray. Not all who loiter are lost.

and I suppose now that was part of the problem—my chronic inability to astonish myself.

Yaltha is summed up in these two lines from the novel: "Her mind was an immense feral country that spilled its borders. She trespassed everywhere

the stethoscope in little David's ears. "Can you hear that?" I asked. "What do you suppose that is?" He frowned for a moment as if he were lost in the wonder of the strange tapping in his chest. Then he broke out in a grin and startled me by saying, "Is that Jesus knocking?

One day I pulled the slender volume Children's Letters to God from a bookshelf and came upon this letter from a little girl named Sylvia: "Dear God, Are boys better than girls, I know you are one but try to be fair. Sylvia."22

Hardly anyone knew what country had first landed men on the moon, despite the fact that they were science and technology majors. Asked what year computers had been invented, most had no idea; it was only after much consultation that one team ventured a guess: 1870.

had met a number of South Korean journalists who were rather jaded by North Korea and uniformly said that to understand the DPRK, you needed to follow the money.

North Korea had a random feeling to it; there seemed to be no pattern, no rhyme or reason to what aspects of Western culture—whether an icon like Michael Jordan or the detritus of the culture—might be allowed in.

Is that some other creature with me, in the darkness?

They could smell a strangeness in the breeze that blew faintly on their faces down the hill; a beckoning smell of salt and seaweed and excitement.

He stared; there was something wrong. The great wooden doors had vanished. The grey wall stretched blank, its massive square stones quite featureless except for one round golden shield, alone, hanging high up and glinting dully in the light from the fire.

Oh honestly, Jane, Simon said. You can't find a treasure map and just say, 'Oh, how nice,' and put it back again.

You never know how a story ends until you read the last page

Several cast furtive welcoming glances in Jas's direction, pricking her curiosity. Had she not known better, she might have thought they were expecting her. Beela

If you start looking up, they start asking questions.

REMEMBER Ask who, what, when, where and how. Don't ask why.

Angel was different in every way possible. When he looked at her with those cool gray eyes, she had no idea what he was thinking. That was kind of fun, She just hoped it didn't mean he was a serial killer.

It's good to learn stuff. It keeps us young.

If you want to know, you need to ask her. Speculation will only lead to trouble.

Was she quiet in bed, or a screamer? He was open to either.

He was curious about how much of her indignation was real and how much was self-protection.