Quotes About Curiosity

One day when I was ten one of our neighbors came to the house and said that the tsar was dead and when I asked what ir meant they said that there would be a new tsar. So I did not really see why a tsar mattered.

Maybe we should just wander around other countries carrying books.

You are the witness, on-the-scene, microphone in hand. You stand on the road to everywhere, askng, What is this? What next?

There are many things Rainey does not understand: war, and running with the bulls, for two examples. Why get anywhere near herds of bulls and irritate them in the first place? Why is this popular? She would prefer to be liked by bulls--to meet them in a placid zone and stare at one another.

That's how I feel about my life. I like to skirt the edges. There it is in the field. Feeding itself.

And I wondered why there were no studies of communities that did not "lock down" — communities in which people chose their own levels of risk while providing support to those who wished to "isolate" or who wanted to protect their own, more vulnerable immune systems while others made different choices. I wondered why no one wanted to know what was becoming of them.

The person who stops studying merely because he has finished school is forever hopelessly doomed to mediocrity, no matter what may be his calling. The way of success is the way of continuous pursuit of knowledge.

Children are sent to school to make credits and to learn how to memorize, not to learn what they want of life.

Every person should make it his business to gather new ideas from sources other than the environment in which he daily lives and works.

No man's education is ever finished. A man's reading program should be as carefully planned as his daily diet, for that too is food, without which he cannot mentally develop.

The books awed her by size, thickness, the staggering mass of lines and words to read before she could read all of them. Then having read all of the books must she carry in her head all that knowledge from the books? This too staggered her. Wouldn't my head feel queer? she asked Elder Brewster. Wouldn't my head feel heavy carrying so much knowledge? Could any of it spill out if there was too much?

Let us go out in the fog, John, let us roll up our raincoat collars and go on the streets where men are sneering at the kings.

I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes slow. There seems to be no answer. Old-fashioned Requited Love I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it. Or—the iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlight—maybe he will know.

I never knew any man who had once tasted the sweetness of experimental knowledge, that ever afterward fasted after ye Vapour garlick and onions of phantasmatical seeming philosophy. [William Petty]

olhinhos de madeira, por que me fitam?

When nothing is for sure, we remain alert, perennially on our toes. It is more exciting not to know which bush the rabbit is hiding behind than to behave as though we knew everything.

In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.

And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.

As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

Y cómo me ves tú a mí? —Como un misterio. —Ese es el cumplido más raro que me han hecho nunca. —No es un cumplido. Es una amenaza. —¿Y eso? —Los misterios hay que resolverlos, averiguar qué esconden. —A lo mejor te decepcionas al ver lo que hay dentro. —A lo mejor me sorprendo. Y tú también.

Y usted qué es, Óscar? de derechas o de izquierdas? - Óscar es ácrata, papá - cortó Marina El pedazo de pan se me atragantó. No sabía lo que significaba aquella palabra, pero sonaba a anarquista en bicicleta.

Do you like mysteries?" I nodded. I think if she'd asked me whether I liked arsenic or cyanide on toast I would have given her the same answer. "Are

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever.

Every self-respecting act of persuasion must find appeal to curiosity, then to vanity, and lastly to kindness or remorse. Isabella looked down and slowly nodded.