Curiosity may have killed the cat, but her's curiosity could have massacred a pride of lions.
Curiosity killed the cat, but where human beings are concerned, the only thing a healthy curiosity can kill is ignorance.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Ignorance killed the cat; curiosity was framed!
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.
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it saved my ass.
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?
Knowledge is Power. Ignorance is Bliss. But curiosity—even if it had killed the cat—is king.
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.
...But nature does not say that cats are more valuable than mice; nature makes no remark on the subject. She does not even say that the cat is enviable or the mouse pitiable. We think the cat superior because we have (or most of us have) a particular philosophy to the effect that life is better than death. But if the mouse were a German pessimist mouse, he might not think that the cat had beaten him at all. He might think he had beaten the cat by getting to the grave first.
The European girls, like the Russians, tend to stick together, but there's never any rivalry. Sometimes there's a little bit of tension with the older girls because they might feel a little threatened by the younger models, but it's not between personalities.
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.