Quotes About Curiosity

Dac? Dumnezeu exist? cu adev?rat, m? întreb ce o fi învârtit în ziua aia.

C'est que, pour l'enfant, une promenade est une identité complète, un visage, une personne. Ce ne sont pas des routes qui se croisent à des carrefours, ou des sentiers sous un même ciel.

Falling in love with someone you've never met is like reading a book without knowing the ending. It's full of surprises and unknowns, but that's what makes it so exciting.

Children ask better questions than adults. "May I have a cookie?" "Why is the sky blue?" and "What does a cow say?" are far more likely to elicit a cheerful response than "Where's your manuscript?" Why haven't you called?" and "Who's your lawyer?"

Il sort de la maison, tourne à droite et part faire le tour du monde.

Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.

Lesson no. 5: Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story

I'm old enough to ask myself that question, but not so old that I don't care what the answer is.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

It was all very well being told that she could do nothing to make things better. Neverfell did not have the kind of mind that could take that quietly. She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.

Mye, do you ever think of the future?' 'Do I get to have a future?

He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use.

No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.

Saracen had finished his barley and was happily chewing at the corner of a sheet that had been spread across a hedge to dry. He had once discovered a tablecloth, and ever since had been optimistic about the effects of dragging cloths off the top of things.

C'era una vera e propria fame in lei, e alle ragazze non si cnfaceva essere fameliche. Le ragazze dovevano sbocconcellare con parsimonia a tavola. e le loro menti dovevano accontentarsi di una dieta morigerata. Ma tutto questo a lei non bastava. Tutta la conoscenza - ogni genere di conoscenza - attirava Faith, e c'era un piacere delizioso, pernicioso, nel carpirla senza essere scoperta.

Every inch of Neverfell seemed to be throbbing with life. Everything was new, and new was a drug.

Just for a moment Neverfell felt as if there were an invisible wire pulled to razor tautness between her and the other girl, humming tension into the room. If she blundered towards it, it might snap or cut her, and yet she half wished it would, so that she knew where it was.

Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.

There may be questions still unanswered, but that means that we need science, not that science is useless [...] There are fish in the sea as yet uncaught, but that does not mean that fishing nets have failed and should be thrown aside.

Neverfell shepherded her herd of frightened, woolly suspicions.

Why must we look inward, and only inward, as if the world ends where the sky begins?

Even if it means I have to run off and live in the wild caves with a bag over my head, I still want to know what's going on. I need to know.

Follow that coffeehouse.

I don't want a happy ending. I want more story.