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Curiosity is the hair of our habit tending to stand on end. It rarely happens that our attention is not stained in greater or lesser degree by this animal element.
Curiosity is the most powerful thing you own.
I am a curious creature and put my finger in as many cakes as I can: history, film, technology, etc. I'm also a freak for urban history, particularly Barcelona, Paris and New York. I know more weird stuff about 19th-century Manhattan than is probably healthy.
Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.
My greatest discovery has been my love of boredom and to get fun out of it.
I am concerned with facts of quite unverifiable intrinsic value, but which, by their absolutely unexpected violently fortuitous character, and the kind of associations of suspect ideas they provoke.
I'd like to put in a vote for the intrinsic fascination of science.
My curiosity sister of larks.
In a cabinet of natural history, we become sensible of a certain occult recognition and sympathy in regard to the most unwieldy and eccentric forms of beast, fish, and insect.
Curiosity is a sort of gluttony. To see is to devour.
Curiosity is a quest for wisdom on untamed grounds.
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.
Things that are unknown attract us.
Objects we ardently pursue bring little happiness when gained; most of our pleasures come from unexpected sources.
Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.
I was always fond of visiting new scenes, and observing strange characters and manners. Even when a mere child I began my travels, and made many tours of discovery into foreign parts and unknown regions of my native city, to the frequent alarm of my parents, and the emolument of the town-crier.
The world is full of objects, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.
Serendipitous discoveries are made by chance, found without looking for them but possible only through a sharp vision and sagacity, ready to see the unexpected and never indulgent with the apparently unexplainable.
I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.
Mystery is delightful, but unscientific, since it depends upon ignorance.
The more things remain obscure and mysterious, the more they interest me. I even try to find mystery in things that have none.
I am crazy about mysterious things.
Mysteries abound where most we seek for answers.
I would hardly say that I have a rich knowledge of anything in particular, but I do seem to be burdened with an unseemly appetite for intellectual and artistic erudition, which, for the sake of balance, I keep well harnessed to a reliable sense of the absurd.
By the sense of mystery I understand the experience of certain places and times when one's whole nature seems to be in touch with a presence, a genius loci, a potency.
One of my great passions is the collection of historical trivia.
Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.
Curiosity is the ultimate beauty of an adventurous mind.
We try to discover in things, which become precious to us on that account, the reflection of what our soul has projected on to them; we are disillusioned when we find that they are in reality devoid of the charm which they owed, in our minds, to the association of certain ideas.
Pride and curiosity are the two scourges of our souls. The latter prompts us to poke our noses into everything, and the former forbids us to leave anything unresolved and undecided.
What is there that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man's breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery!
Whatever amuses, serves to kill time, to lull the faculties, and to banish reflection. Whatever entertains, usually awakens the understanding or gratifies the fancy. Whatever diverts, is lively in its nature, and sometimes tumultuous in its effects.
Some of us will admit to a simple fascination with the inner world for its own sake, a fascination with no further goal than the thrill of discovery, the pleasure of engaging the mysterious, dark ground of our own nature.
We are taught that curiosity is a thing to be feared. But our first trains came from curious minds. As did medicine, and clocks, and first kisses.
...the world is full of peculiar
Curiosity is what it looks like when you're in love with the world.
Clutter, either mental or physical, is the sign of a healthy curiosity.
I like to discover new things.
Mysteries make one dream of unendurable bewitchments, they have the fragrance of something quite, quite unspeakably beautiful.
People without curiosity are like houses without books: there's something unsettling about them.
I have been speculating last night what makes a man a discoverer of undiscovered things. As far as I can conjecture the art consists in habitually searching for the causes and meaning of everything which occurs.
My specialty is mythology.There are artifacts like the hallows scattered through just about every mythology.However, what makes the Celtic hallows so interesting is that they are a self-contained group of objects.
Curiosity breeds discovery.
Curiosity is an addictive drug.
There are not many things finer in our murderous species than this noble curiosity, this restless and reckless passion to understand.
Curiosity is a descending stair ... that leads to only who-knows-where.
Mystery keeps man alive; it opens his ears, his eyes, and his mind! Find a mystery and try to solve it!
Ones own soul, and the passions of one's friends - those were the fascinating things in life.
Minds need the unusual, because the unusual has the power to shake the mind!
I hold a theory that, sooner or later, if a man but live long enough, certain books destined for his peculiar delight will find him, however obscure they or he may be.
Human curiosity. Such a very interesting thing. Think of what we owe to it throughout history. It is said to be usually associated with the cat. Curiosity killed the cat. But I should say really that the Greeks were the inventors of curiosity.
Curiosity is the hunger of the mind.
People fascinate me. Consciously or unconsciously, I have been studying their behavior all my life.
I love to explore new and strange things in detail.
This habit reduces element of surprises in my life.
A reading appetite is quirky, singular, and essential
Few know the joys that spring from a disinterested curiosity. It is like a cheerful spirit that leads us through worlds filled with what is true and fair, which we admire and love because it is true and fair.
Curious, sometimes, how one's thoughts seemed to swing in a kaleidoscope. It happened to me now. A bewildering shuffling and reshuffling of memories, of events. Then the mosaic settled into its true pattern.
I've discovered why you fascinate - you keep the mystery and as Carlyle noted, Wonder is the basis of worship ...
The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy.
Curiosity is free-wheeling intelligence.
A capacity, and taste, for reading, gives access to whatever has already been discovered by others. It is the key, or one of the keys, to the already solved problems. And not only so. It gives a relish, and facility, for successfully pursuing the [yet] unsolved ones.
A life accumulates a collection: of people, work and perplexities. We are all our own curators.
Curiosity is the pleasure of seeking
Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.
The senses at first let in particular Ideas, and furnish the yet empty Cabinet: And the Mind by degrees growing familiar with some of them, they are lodged in the Memory, and Names got to them.
For the chief malady of man is restless curiosity about things which he cannot understand; and it is not so bad for him to be in error as to be curious to no purpose.
Greatest discoveries come from passionate scientists with naive curiosity
Common objects become strangely uncommon when removed from their context and ordinary ways of being seen.
Subtle or bold, The Weird acknowledges that our search for understanding about worlds beyond our own cannot always be found in science or religion and thus becomes an alternative path for exploration of the numinous.
Curiosity is the thirst of the soul.
Ignorance is the enemy, curiosity the weapon of choice
Perhaps I was always intensely curious, but my Columbia education gave me a framework and a perspective to investigate new things - things that could be put into a historical and philosophical lineage.
I am terribly fascinated with things that I don't understand.
Discovery is the ability to be puzzled by simple things.
The human mind thrills at few things so much as making connections. Discovering. Solving.
Glory and curiosity are the scourges of the soul; the last prompts us to thrust our noses into everything, the other forbids us to leave anything doubtful and undecided.
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
I've always had a fascination for everything surrounding things that are unexplainable. Not surprising that my first movie was a horror film, even though, of course, at the time I had no experience writing horror music.
Curiosity is part of the cement that holds society together.
Curiosity is a sickness of want to understanding.
Curiosity is the engine of civilisation
Wonder at the first sight of works of art may be the effect of ignorance and novelty; but real admiration and permanent delight in them are the growth of taste and knowledge.
Curiosity is an enormous challenge to godly living.
And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their climate, still unpicked; but time, time is all I lacked to find them, as the great collectors before me.
Every object you see before you at this moment -the walls, ceiling, and furniture, the book, your own washed hands and cut fingernails, bears witness to the colonization of Nature of Reason.
Occasionally in life we come upon things we can't understand, because we have never seen anything similar.
For me, curiosity is life. If you are not curious, you are in your coffin.
Curiosity is a daring faith.
Mysteries lie all around us, even in the most familiar things, waiting only to be perceived.
For though it be a maxim in the schools that there is no Love of a thing unknown, yet I have found that things unknown have a secret influence on the soul,
Ideas come from curiosity.
There was so much unrecognized novelty in the collection that at one point18 upon opening a new drawer Conway Morris famously was heard to mutter, 'Oh fuck, not another phylum.' The
Curiosity is the fuel that powers the engine of human advancement
Little minds are interested in the extraordinary; great minds in the commonplace.
From a young age I was obsessed with the mysterious, the esoteric, the paranormal.
It's more important than ever that we find new ways to cultivate curiosity - because our careers, our happiness, and our children's flourishing all depend upon it.
I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.
We carry with us habits of thought and taste fostered in some nearly forgotten classroom by a certain teacher.
One must picture everything in the world as an enigma, and live in the world as if in a vast museum of strangeness.
Though I have never thought of myself as a book collector, there are shelves in our house browsed so often, on so many rainy winter nights, that the contents have seeped into me as if by osmosis.