56 Quotes About Curiousity

Think about the opportunities, fondle your fantasies. Give myself totally to live for you, even if it's for the moment.I'm forbidden, dangerous & slightly evil but let me appeal to the repressed side of you. Succumb to me through your yearning to be free of the constraints of virtue & decency.

Cruelty & menace; mix it with a cocktail of sweet liquor. Now laying in my bed, she taste sweet when I lick her.I'm too irresistible like the forbidden of fruit but I'll satisfy your thirst, I'm something like the Truth.

You know what I'd love to read? A Dialogue between Bron and Shevek and Socrates. Socrates would love it too. I bet he wanted people who argued. You can tell he did, you can tell that's what he loved really, at least in The Symposium.

There is a mythical element to our childhood, it seems, that stays with us always. When we are young, we consume the world in great gulps, and it consumes us, and everything is mysterious and alive and fills us with desire and wonder, fear, and guilt. With the passing of the years, however, those memories become distant and malleable, and we shape them into the stories of who we are. We are brave, or we are cowardly. We are loving, or we are cruel.

You want to see me to the door, Katie?”“What, going so soon. You don’t want the chair and ropes brought in, or the lamp to shine in his face?”“You know you’re not funny at all,” she huffed. “Now, are you going to see me out?”“No, not really. You know where it is.”She stared at me, her eyes wide.“Oh,” I exclaimed. “You want to ask me about Dex instead of questioning him. You should have said so and then I could have told you it’s none of your business, he’s only here to help with my car.

Stay in the boat, I told myself, watching them walk up to the pavilion. I'll just stay in the boat. I won't go anywhere near that creature.But in spite of that wise warning, I climbed out of the boat.Fine, stretch your legs, I told myself. Just don't follow them.But of course, I followed them.You are without question your own worst enemy, I scolded myself, even as I tiptoed after them.

And also, to encompass the madness within, let us reach forth our minds.

Intellectually curious men become generalists. Intellectually lazy men settle for being specialists.

I hesitated. Yes, I had a mission. But I was curious. So kill me.