Quotes About Curiosity

Othman told me things about us-he thinks, or knows, there's something different about us. He wants us, Lil. Don't flatter yourself he's in love with you, or anything. He wants more than that-from both of us. So don't go falling for him. It could be dangerous.

When he turned around to look, he once again saw white faces peering in stillness from high, insanely angled windows, and dimunitive bodies climbing up and down the almost vertical streets.

The richness and variety of the human race enchanted him; he was not repelled by weaknesses or failings and was tolerant of most behaviours, even the least endearing. Difficult people interested him far more than those whose conversations and ideas inspired the spirit, or whose physical beauty constricted breath in the throat. He sought out the unusual, observing behaviour with cool yet committed interest. He loved them all.

All the oldsters present were watching Peveral Othman with greedy, inquisitive eyes. He acknowledged each of them with eye contact, knowing that to risk more would prove to be a waste of his energy. Just the slightest touch could set them off, sucking and starving at his soul.

Owen's eyes, when he turned his face, were guarded. He had no hunger, particularly, but a certain curiosity. Othman could see ideas and desires swimming unseen beneath the surface of Owen's conscious mind. These would have to be brought out.

I want you, Daniel, to be with me. Taste the fatal apple; I have held it for eternity. It is humanity's curse, but if you want the knowledge, you can't avoid plucking the forbidden fruit.

I could not let such a tasty morsel pass through my domain without knowing him this way.

There was something about the swagger in her walk that alerted him. What was Sofia's agenda?

Your love of mystery is really quite tiresome, you know!

Was there pleasure to be found in the jaws of the fox? That would make a good first line, she thought, and repeated it over and over in her head so as not to forget it.

I shrugged, slightly unnerved by the feverish joy in the other girls' eyes.

He wanted to feel the touch of those hands himself, discover whether it would affect him in the same way.

The women around her, many of whom she knew, were not showing their everyday faces. They did know something, she could sense it. They hid their secret faces behind a screen, but now it was drawn back.

I get bored easily. I wanted to keep you guessing.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.

The world is a fascinating place, and I travel within it. I'm come to places like this to unearth their secrets. There are always plenty.

I have a great relationship with animals, and with children. I get to their level. I try to see the way a child looks at the world, it's hugely different.

Thousands of persons, many of whom never darkened the door of a college, have learned to read books that most of our college graduates fear to tackle. teachers who understand this fact can help a student read the books that educated the Founding Fathers but not by explaining in lectures what the author would have said if he had been as bright as the lecturer.

From a crude rocket in a weedy field to Explorer and beyond, the human race had broken the bonds of gravity to which they had been chained since the beginning of time.

I didn't really get into golf until I was about 14. My mom and dad were taking lessons from a pro an hour and a half from our farm in Cohuna, Australia. When they got home, I'd ask my mom to explain everything they learned - drills and all.

Some say that we should stop exploring space, that the cost in human lives is too great. But Columbia's crew would not have wanted that. We are a curious species, always wanting to know what is over the next hill, around the next corner, on the next island. And we have been that way for thousands of years.

But leave us some magic in the world. Leave us some mystery to enjoy.

That's the trouble with science. It has to explain beauty. It can't just let it be.

Someone stood on the portico leaning on a shovel.