curiosity kills the cat–what does that mean anyways? i think that’s part of the beauty of the phrase is that you are curious about the cat’s curiousity
It was curious how he walked into the store, drenched in rain. He was wearing one of those mysterious long gray drench coats, you know the type, like the one Audrey Hepburn wore in Breakfast at Tiffanys.
one world is the place of human beings and not animals. a place where we dont know who is who but jus tat we all are individuals here o live, laugh and love.
I am curious about the things in ife like how the earth reveolves around the sun even though i know aboput gravity I am very curious about people and hoiw they think and behave. I would like to know what goes on in their minds. It fascinates me.
In curiosity, you may have a map, but every direction marks the right path. That’s how he felt as a boy, this scruffy man. He still catches that metallic scent from time to time, but never is it as keen now as it was every instance, every day, every hour when he was a child. What happened? Did adulthood dull his passion for discovery (and all his other senses to boot), or was his need gradually filled up? He sighs. He resigns to assign it to resignation; maybe dilapidation.
this makes me think about nate and wtf he is thinking. im curious about what he wants and where things are going to go. its majority of what has been on my mind today and im sick of being so damn curious. so i basically hate this word right now cuase im sick of this feeling and just want to know.
I’m curious as to how a boy’s mind works. honestly, i can never understand a word that comes out of their mouth and that is pretty troublesome. i want to see inside their brain and see why they say the dumb things they say. i’m just a curious girl wanting to understand love. the end.
I am curious about so many things in life. i want to learn about everything. Life is made for this. Curiosity is what makes humans, humans Without it life would be pointless..
I’m a very curious person. I’ve always been so. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. A lot when I was a kid. I like to discover things about the world around me, always have. I take things apart and put them back together to figure out how they work. I’ve done that as long as I remember. It makes my mom laugh to think about.
Curious George. Curiosity drives innovation. It makes people wonder. It makes people travel. Curiosity is a curious thing. You can’t help being curious.
As curious as it all seems I really didn’t mind walking home in the rain. It was something I had become accustomed to, a daily thing: A routine. It was certainly better then snow. I had my umbrella with me, so it wasn’t a big deal… I wasn’t getting soaked or anything.
Thinking about the weather made me pause in my tracks. It recalled to memory the day when I realized that everything I wanted would never be achieved. I could almost feel the snow in my bare hands again, the icy stabbing sensation shooting up my arms. I could feel the cold chill against my bare neck again, and taste the salt of tears on my lips. Of course I could feel more then the weather beating against my frail body, I could feel his words breaking through my heart.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll calm her down.”
As if it didn’t matter that I was sobbing on the other side of the phone. I should have accepted then that she would always matter more. Curious as it seems, I couldn’t.
curiosity killed the cat. But what if we weren’t curious about anything. We would have no excitement in our lives. Being curious is what drives us to live our lives, explore the world. I love being curious because you find answers to almost anything.
She was curious. Curiosity killed the cat, they said, but it hadn’t killed her yet, so she kept on being curious. Curious about flowers, electricity, water, bark, nuts, plastic, economics – always learning, always interested, always curious.
And she worked for me in my café. Christ, it shat me off. Make the damn quiches, don’t wonder how bacon is made.
I wonder what I am nervous about…. I wonder if I should look more at the stuff that I am interested in. it is a feeling that sometimes I have. Pero en realidad no estoy curiosa tal vez solo quiero saber que es lo que pasa en la vida, que es lo que va a pasar con otros con MI vida. Quiero ver el final.
My father left home today. I woke up and he was gone. The walk down the hallway was different than usual, rows of pictures that lined the hallway were gone and the room at the end of the hall just before the stairs was almost empty, except for a portrait of my sister he must not have wanted. My mother sat in the kitchen crying and I could hear her as I stood at the crest of the top stair, my toes hanging delicately off the edge. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be enough for her.
I am most curious about my future. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Will I be in love? I daily make small decisions that add up to my entire future, but for now I am just left wondering.
curious george, the curious little monkey, why should he have been constantly rebuked by the oppresive man in the yellow hat? he was only seeking hte truth? is it better to be blissfully unaware than to know the truth? i guess blissfully unaware as society (the man in the yellow hat) would have it.
I am curious about a lot. I think that if you give up your curiosity you die. You become a dead shell full of nothingness. Curiosity is what makes mystery grand. It is our very wonder of the world around us that can never be sated that gives such a wonderful glimmer to our dull world.
I was curious to see how the plan worked out. I was unaware of the grave danger until the current moment arose. But the curiosity took over me and I was unable to wait so I did the unthinkable.
I am curious about life. What is life? What do I want out of life? I love knowing things. Information. Everything. I have to know everything. I’m the most curious person I know. I just wish I knew so I didn’t have to wish and worry. It can cause that sometimes. I’m curious about David.
I was curious to know what you were thinking. I thought long and hard about it too. I wasn’t sure if I could come up with a good enough idea. But I thought hard and kept thinking and once I thought long enough, it came to me. You were thinking about loving me. And I was thinking about loving you.
curiosity is of that, that killed the cat.
its not to think twice, but instead impulse must suffice.
you dont get the chance every day, to go about your routines in a different way,
so keep that grave warning in mind, for curiosity killed the feline.
curious geogre was a monkey who couldnt believe that every thing in the world was at the palm of his hands. He had to investigate every thing including the things the man in the yellow hat told him not to. He traveled to a grocery store and was told to stay put but across the aisle george saw a pile of news papers and wondered what they were sitting there for. u He went over to investigate and realized there was a puppy laying on the ground. That puppy looked like it was in soo much pain. George tried to help. He went to grab the man in the yellow hat and tried to grab him and bring him to the puppy. The man in the yello hat said “what did i tell you george”
I’m curious about what you are thinking. I’m curious about what you think about me. I’m curious about how things work. I want to know the secrets the universe holds. I’m curious whether there really is a god.
Curiosity is a lost art. In order to maintain curiosity, one must suspend judgement, which ruins any possible opportunity for feelings of superiority and condescension.
curious curious curious. what a wonderful thing to be. except for when it gets you in trouble.
being curious, you get to learn all sorts of things about all sorts of things.
i am curious about lots of things. my name is Kat. they say, “curiosity killed the cat” but i sure hope it doesn’t kill me…thought it’s come close. i don’t have much restraint when it comes to my curiosity. learning is one of my favorite activities, and sometimes i ask questions that maybe are best left unsaid. but i don’t care.
The curious world we live in keeps us both inhibited and continually inspired by the ridiculous things it gives to us. We are kept blind by our own curiosity for the unknown and our driving force to accept all knowledge, and it defines us for the rest of the world how we work with that curiosity.
I looked into his eyes, not sure what was going to happen. It’s weird. Feeling like you can trust somebody that you hardly know. I wouldn’t trust anybody else. Why is that? These people enlighten you. They make you lose all inhibitions. They make you do ridiculous things, but when you’re with them you don’t care because you’re with them.
What am I curious about? A better question is what am I not curious about. I want everything to be an ongoing progressive for myself. I never want to reach the finish line. I never want anything to be over.
She had always been curious; her parents often told her about snooping around the neighbor’s backyards–much to their dismay. Nosy would’ve probably been a better word for her. The negative connotation was perfect for the situation she had gotten herself into this time.
It was a curious sight. A woman with her hands around her ankles mooing at the gentleman across the street. Her face was red from too much blood flow and the man’s was red with embarrassment. I don’t know why she was doing it, but I assumed she knew him. Hopefully.
thought it said clitoris … baha, well now im just thinking sex. curious sex about clitoris’s. curious curious curious hahaha curiosity killed the cat … can you guess where im going with that one?
curiosity kills the cat–what does that mean anyways? i think that’s part of the beauty of the phrase is that you are curious about the cat’s curiousity
It was curious how he walked into the store, drenched in rain. He was wearing one of those mysterious long gray drench coats, you know the type, like the one Audrey Hepburn wore in Breakfast at Tiffanys.
one world is the place of human beings and not animals. a place where we dont know who is who but jus tat we all are individuals here o live, laugh and love.
I am curious about the things in ife like how the earth reveolves around the sun even though i know aboput gravity I am very curious about people and hoiw they think and behave. I would like to know what goes on in their minds. It fascinates me.
In curiosity, you may have a map, but every direction marks the right path. That’s how he felt as a boy, this scruffy man. He still catches that metallic scent from time to time, but never is it as keen now as it was every instance, every day, every hour when he was a child. What happened? Did adulthood dull his passion for discovery (and all his other senses to boot), or was his need gradually filled up? He sighs. He resigns to assign it to resignation; maybe dilapidation.
this makes me think about nate and wtf he is thinking. im curious about what he wants and where things are going to go. its majority of what has been on my mind today and im sick of being so damn curious. so i basically hate this word right now cuase im sick of this feeling and just want to know.
I’m curious as to how a boy’s mind works. honestly, i can never understand a word that comes out of their mouth and that is pretty troublesome. i want to see inside their brain and see why they say the dumb things they say. i’m just a curious girl wanting to understand love. the end.
I am curious about so many things in life. i want to learn about everything. Life is made for this. Curiosity is what makes humans, humans Without it life would be pointless..
I’m a very curious person. I’ve always been so. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. A lot when I was a kid. I like to discover things about the world around me, always have. I take things apart and put them back together to figure out how they work. I’ve done that as long as I remember. It makes my mom laugh to think about.
Curious George. Curiosity drives innovation. It makes people wonder. It makes people travel. Curiosity is a curious thing. You can’t help being curious.
As curious as it all seems I really didn’t mind walking home in the rain. It was something I had become accustomed to, a daily thing: A routine. It was certainly better then snow. I had my umbrella with me, so it wasn’t a big deal… I wasn’t getting soaked or anything.
Thinking about the weather made me pause in my tracks. It recalled to memory the day when I realized that everything I wanted would never be achieved. I could almost feel the snow in my bare hands again, the icy stabbing sensation shooting up my arms. I could feel the cold chill against my bare neck again, and taste the salt of tears on my lips. Of course I could feel more then the weather beating against my frail body, I could feel his words breaking through my heart.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll calm her down.”
As if it didn’t matter that I was sobbing on the other side of the phone. I should have accepted then that she would always matter more. Curious as it seems, I couldn’t.
curiosity killed the cat. But what if we weren’t curious about anything. We would have no excitement in our lives. Being curious is what drives us to live our lives, explore the world. I love being curious because you find answers to almost anything.
She was curious. Curiosity killed the cat, they said, but it hadn’t killed her yet, so she kept on being curious. Curious about flowers, electricity, water, bark, nuts, plastic, economics – always learning, always interested, always curious.
And she worked for me in my café. Christ, it shat me off. Make the damn quiches, don’t wonder how bacon is made.
to know if Tino loves me or just likes me as a friend. If he is serious with me or just wants plain friendship.
I wonder what I am nervous about…. I wonder if I should look more at the stuff that I am interested in. it is a feeling that sometimes I have. Pero en realidad no estoy curiosa tal vez solo quiero saber que es lo que pasa en la vida, que es lo que va a pasar con otros con MI vida. Quiero ver el final.
My father left home today. I woke up and he was gone. The walk down the hallway was different than usual, rows of pictures that lined the hallway were gone and the room at the end of the hall just before the stairs was almost empty, except for a portrait of my sister he must not have wanted. My mother sat in the kitchen crying and I could hear her as I stood at the crest of the top stair, my toes hanging delicately off the edge. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be enough for her.
I am most curious about my future. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Will I be in love? I daily make small decisions that add up to my entire future, but for now I am just left wondering.
I’m curious about my future… I still don’t know where my life is going, or what I’m going to do with it…
curious george, the curious little monkey, why should he have been constantly rebuked by the oppresive man in the yellow hat? he was only seeking hte truth? is it better to be blissfully unaware than to know the truth? i guess blissfully unaware as society (the man in the yellow hat) would have it.
I am curious about a lot. I think that if you give up your curiosity you die. You become a dead shell full of nothingness. Curiosity is what makes mystery grand. It is our very wonder of the world around us that can never be sated that gives such a wonderful glimmer to our dull world.
I want to see you. I’m curious to know about your day, but curiosity killed the cat and I’m terrified if I do see you it’ll kill my soul.
I was curious to see how the plan worked out. I was unaware of the grave danger until the current moment arose. But the curiosity took over me and I was unable to wait so I did the unthinkable.
I am curious about life. What is life? What do I want out of life? I love knowing things. Information. Everything. I have to know everything. I’m the most curious person I know. I just wish I knew so I didn’t have to wish and worry. It can cause that sometimes. I’m curious about David.
I was curious to know what you were thinking. I thought long and hard about it too. I wasn’t sure if I could come up with a good enough idea. But I thought hard and kept thinking and once I thought long enough, it came to me. You were thinking about loving me. And I was thinking about loving you.
curiosity is of that, that killed the cat.
its not to think twice, but instead impulse must suffice.
you dont get the chance every day, to go about your routines in a different way,
so keep that grave warning in mind, for curiosity killed the feline.
curious geogre was a monkey who couldnt believe that every thing in the world was at the palm of his hands. He had to investigate every thing including the things the man in the yellow hat told him not to. He traveled to a grocery store and was told to stay put but across the aisle george saw a pile of news papers and wondered what they were sitting there for. u He went over to investigate and realized there was a puppy laying on the ground. That puppy looked like it was in soo much pain. George tried to help. He went to grab the man in the yellow hat and tried to grab him and bring him to the puppy. The man in the yello hat said “what did i tell you george”
I’m curious about what you are thinking. I’m curious about what you think about me. I’m curious about how things work. I want to know the secrets the universe holds. I’m curious whether there really is a god.
I have been curious before, in lifes long lived before this one occurred. Curiosity may kill cats, but cancer kills humans. Just so you know.
thinking, doing, saying, looking, hearing, feeling…
she was curious about his everything
Always and forever…curious.
Curiosity is a lost art. In order to maintain curiosity, one must suspend judgement, which ruins any possible opportunity for feelings of superiority and condescension.
curious curious curious. what a wonderful thing to be. except for when it gets you in trouble.
being curious, you get to learn all sorts of things about all sorts of things.
i am curious about lots of things. my name is Kat. they say, “curiosity killed the cat” but i sure hope it doesn’t kill me…thought it’s come close. i don’t have much restraint when it comes to my curiosity. learning is one of my favorite activities, and sometimes i ask questions that maybe are best left unsaid. but i don’t care.
The curious world we live in keeps us both inhibited and continually inspired by the ridiculous things it gives to us. We are kept blind by our own curiosity for the unknown and our driving force to accept all knowledge, and it defines us for the rest of the world how we work with that curiosity.
Ahh. I am scared.
I looked into his eyes, not sure what was going to happen. It’s weird. Feeling like you can trust somebody that you hardly know. I wouldn’t trust anybody else. Why is that? These people enlighten you. They make you lose all inhibitions. They make you do ridiculous things, but when you’re with them you don’t care because you’re with them.
What am I curious about? A better question is what am I not curious about. I want everything to be an ongoing progressive for myself. I never want to reach the finish line. I never want anything to be over.
She had always been curious; her parents often told her about snooping around the neighbor’s backyards–much to their dismay. Nosy would’ve probably been a better word for her. The negative connotation was perfect for the situation she had gotten herself into this time.
It was a curious sight. A woman with her hands around her ankles mooing at the gentleman across the street. Her face was red from too much blood flow and the man’s was red with embarrassment. I don’t know why she was doing it, but I assumed she knew him. Hopefully.
thought it said clitoris … baha, well now im just thinking sex. curious sex about clitoris’s. curious curious curious hahaha curiosity killed the cat … can you guess where im going with that one?