Curiosity killed the cat, but where human beings are concerned, the only thing a healthy curiosity can kill is ignorance.
Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but her's curiosity could have massacred a pride of lions.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
'Curiosity never killed this cat’ — that’s what I’d like as my epitaph.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it saved my ass.
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it was the sausage-maker who disposed of the body.
And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.
Oh cat, I'd say, or pray: be-ootiful cat! Delicious cat! Exquisite cat! Satiny cat! Cat like a soft owl, cat with paws like moths, jewelled cat, miraculous cat! Cat, cat, cat, cat.
I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break." It does the trick. He laughs. "Whose cat?" "My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers?" "Let me guess, she was framed. She's innocent.
Curiosity killed the cat,” Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable. Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? “People always forget the rest of the saying,” she complained. “‘And satisfaction brought it back.
Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is poverty. Ignorance is devastation. Ignorance is tragedy. And ignorance is illness. It all stems from ignorance.