Quotes About Curiosity

If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come. –Arapaho

fondle a plump plastic-wrapped volume, crack it's often-cracked back and spread open the pages. Swallow what's in there, whatever it is. Devour the words.

This was, of course, the tenth or hundredth beauty of loving someone new: you were introduced to books you had not read before

then he pushed the call button again and asked, Are you sleeping with anyone? Why is that any business of yours? Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything.

Is he daft? Bond queried. His brain is so advanced, it stumbles over mediocrity.

He stared at me. You have a sexual fantasy in which I'm a virgin?.

If you think I don't spend a good percentage of every day trying to figure you out, you're not paying attention.

Estás espiándome otra vez? —Echándote un ojo protector.

I'm a guy who finds the expedition itself more worthwhile than the treasure. One can last forever; the other is the end of the road.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study; because he would make love to me I am sending back the key; in his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard s study.

I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last. But I gave it up.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.

The claw / Of the magnolia, / Drunk on its own secrets, / Asks nothing of life.

I liked looking at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which one fits best?

And times there are when you feel very wise and ageless. You are sunning on the rocks, the water splashing at your feet, when a small chubby freckle faced girl of about ten approaches you, her hand holding something that is invisible, but evidently quite precious. 'Do you know,' she asks earnestly, 'do starfish like hot or cold water best?

Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which one fits me and is most becoming?

Quién es este terrible muchacho azul, extraño y brillante, como caído de una estrella?