Quotes About Curiosity

Old men ought to be explorers

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far can one go.

No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest- for it is a part of education to learn to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat, If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house. If you set him on a mouse then he only wants a rat, If you set him on a rat then he'd rather chase a mouse. Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat - And there isn't any call for me to shout it: For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

What is that noise?

I could see nothing behind that child's eye. 40 I have seen eyes in the street Trying to peer through lighted shutters, And a crab one afternoon in a pool, An old crab with barnacles on his back, Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

Crains, dans le mur aveugle, un regard qui t'épie!

Of course one can 'go too far' and except in directions in which we can go too far there is no interest in going at all; and only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out just how far one can go. Not to go far enough is to remain 'in the vague' as surely and less creditably than to exceed

Ho! We are being taunted by some sort of otherworldly fireflies. Someone fetch me my rifle!

Welcome to the Information Jungle.

Welcome, Simon, to the world of those who are every day condemned to thinking and wondering and never ever knowing with certainness.

For all the things we've seen... my goodness, the world still has more to show us, doesn't it?

Just for once, Binabik, I want you to tell me there is an answer for something. I'm tired of thinking so much." The troll laughed. "The punishment for being born . . . no, perhaps that is too much to be calling that. The punishment for being truly alive—that is fair to say. Welcome, Simon, to the world of those who are every day condemned to thinking and wondering and never ever knowing with certainness.

Piglets and pawprints! cried Eatbugs, then paused and looked quickly around. He leaned toward his companions. Let's be off! he added, his voice a conspiratorial whisper.

We go into unknown places." "As do all mortals

The Stone Girl looked down at the ground for a long moment, then up at Renie, squinting her pockmark eyes as though against a fierce sun. "Before I met you," she asked with a certain delicacy, "did you sort of . . . fall down? Maybe on your head?

I try to write like a grown-up about things I fell in love with as a child.

A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.

Exploration is a dirty game.

Normally I would have been the first to go in search of cannibal monks, particularly as I had heard of a similar tradition at a nunnery in the Philippines. It's the sort of quest I can't resist.

Ours was not going to be a clone of the usual expeditions, oozing with sleekness. It was clear from the start that oddity was our advantage.

The first few hours in the cell were quite stimulating. I'd never been in a prison cell before and was quite enjoying the experience.

Are you dippy, and all that sort of thing? Bats in the belfry—what? My word!" Marlowe stepped nearer to him and spoke in a lower voice. "Suppose, Mr. Warwick