Quotes About Curiosity

it would be an ill office in us to pay a visit to the inmost recesses of his mind, as some scandalous people search into the most secret affairs of their friends, and often pry into their closets and cupboards, only to discover their poverty and meanness to the world.

Still, who could say what men ever were looking for? They looked for what they found; they knew what pleased them only when they saw it.

She knew that this silent, motionless portal opened into the street; if the sidelights had not been filled with green paper, she might have looked out on the little brown stoop and the well-worn brick pavement. But she had no wish to look out, for this would have interfered with her theory that there was a strange, unseen place on the other side--a place which became, to the child's imagination, according to its different moods, a region of delight or terror.

Is that another sort of joke? asked the old man. You've no excuse for being bored anywhere. When I was your age I had never heard of such a thing.

He was an awkward mixture of strong moral impulse and restless aesthetic curiosity, and yet he would have made a most ineffective reformer and a very indifferent artist. It seemed to him that the glow of happiness must be found either in action, of some immensely solid kind, on behalf of an idea, or in producing a masterpiece in one of the arts.

He surveyed the edifice from the outside, and admired it greatly; he looked in at the windows, and received an impression of proportions equally fair. But he felt that he saw it only by glimpses, and that he had not yet stood under the roof. The door was fastened, and although he had keys in his pocket he had a conviction that none of them would fit. She was intelligent and generous; it was a fine free nature, but what was she going to do with herself?

I had not gone to bed; I sat reading by a couple of candles. There was a roomful of old books at Bly—last-century fiction, some of it, which, to the extent of a distinctly deprecated renown, but never to so much as that of a stray specimen, had reached the sequestered home and appealed to the unavowed curiosity of my youth.

Art lives upon discussion, upon experiment, upon curiosity, upon variety of attempt, upon the exchange of views and the comparison of standpoints.

He was burdened, poor Strether—it had better be confessed at the outset—with the oddity of a double consciousness. There was detachment in his zeal and curiosity in his indifference.

It had been devilish awkward, as the young men say, to be found by Juliana in the dead of night examining the attachment of her bureau; and it had not been less so to have to believe for a good many hours after that it was highly probable I had killed her.

Mrs. Wix gave a sidelong look. She still had room for wonder at what Maisie knew.

It's her general air of being some one in particular that strikes me. Who is this rare creature, and what is she? Where did you find her, and how did you make her acquaintance?

With all her love of knowledge she had a natural shrinking from raising curtains and looking into unlighted corners.

He was lost in wonder at the mystery of things.

She was to feel henceforth as if she were flattening her nose upon the hard window-pane of the sweet-shop of knowledge

How can I retrace to-day the strange steps of my obsession?

Oh, I hoped there would be a lord; it's just like a novel!

You've got no excuse for being bored anywhere. When I was your age I had never heard of such a thing.

was all very interesting." She continued to look at me.  "You don't think that," she then simply stated. "What have I to gain

If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw, what do you say to TWO children—? We say, of course, somebody exclaimed, that they give two turns! Also that we want to hear about them.

We must see the old king; we must "do" the cathedral,' he said; 'we must know all about it. If we could but take,' he exhaled, 'the full opportunity!' And then while, for all they seemed to give him, he sounded again her eyes: 'I feel the day like a great gold cup that we must somehow drain together.

As she was condemned to know more and more, how could it logically stop before she should know Most?

Well, intensity with ignorance—what do you want worse?

that's the delightful thing about art, that there's always more to learn and more to do;it grows bigger the more one uses it and meets more questions the more they come up...