Quotes About Wonder

Magic is always impossible," said the magician. "It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Leo Matienne had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

The most profound and difficult questions that could possibly be posed by the human mind or heart will be answered within for the price of one florit.

Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Proceed cautiously with people who can no longer be bowled over by wonder.

Dortchen was called the wild one because one day, when she was seven years old, she had got lost in the forest. She had wandered off to a far-distant glade where a willow tree trailed its branches in a pool of water. Dortchen crept within the shadowy tent of its branches and found a green palace. She wove herself a crown of willow tendrils and collected pebbles and flowers to be her jewels. At last, worn out, she lay down on a velvet bed of moss and fell asleep.

I want to stay here and think about the secret door.' 'You can think about it on the way. That's the beautiful thing about the secret door. You can open it anywhere, any time.' In later years, the court ladies often laughed behind their fans at the Dauphin, saying cruelly that he could spend a whole day tapping his cane against his foot and staring into space. I knew, though, that he was building castles in the air.

I have always had a deep love of fairytales and fairytale retellings. As well as the power to enchant and entertain, I believe that the old wonder tales can help us work through the deep internal conflicts that beset us all as we grow to adulthood.

Too many students, both graduate and undergraduate, think that the aim of education is to memorize settled answers to someone else's questions. It is not. It is to learn to find your own answers to your own questions. To do that, you must learn to wonder about things, to let them puzzle you--particularly things that seem most commonplace.

If you take away the mystery of God and reduce everything to the commonplace, you take away much of the beauty in their lives.

Those who want to hear the voice of pagan gods in wind and thunder, who want to see fairies dance in the moonlight, who can believe that faith can move mountains, can follow the thread on the pages of this book. It is a fragile thread; it cannot bear the weight of facts and dates.

Don't you love being alive? asked Miranda. Don't you love weather and the colors at different times of the day, and all the sounds and noises like children screaming in the next lot, and automobile horns and little bands playing in the street and the smell of food cooking? I love to swim, too. said Adam. So do I, said Miranda, we never did swim together.

I just can't get the poetry of the trees, he said.

She looked at him as if she were going to argue, then seemed to change her mind. "It's crazy, isn't it?" She shook her head. "You have to believe it, but you hate it. I don't have to believe it, and I think it's beautiful." She shook her head again. "It's crazy.

The Womeldorf family loved music, and one of Daddy's happiest memories was of the day his father came home from town bearing a morning glory horn Edison phonograph with round cylinder records. "How on earth could that contraption sing and play lovely music?" he remembered marveling. The family considered it the wonder of the age and loved listening to it.

His brow raised in wonder. "You're very understanding, Miss Fleming." Erienne laughed to hide her confusion. "My brother is of a different opinion." "Brothers generally are." The grin came back as she lifted her gaze, and his eyes moved leisurely over the fragile features, pausing at length on her soft red lips. -Christopher & Erienne

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

FACTS ABOUT UNICORNS

I have about a hundred cats living in me and all of them are curious

Why do you need to turn everything on its head, Charles", he used to ask him, half annoyed and half wondering, "isn't the world beautiful and harmonious as it is?

What it requires is admitting the possible. Believing the evidence of your eyes and ears without trying to explain it all away. Accepting that you'll never be able to cross every t and dot every i. And most of all, it requires a willingness to believe that science isn't the ultimate authority. Just because something can't be rationally explained on the basis of today's science doesn't mean it isn't real.

Stardust is the hardest thing to hold out for. You must make of yourself a perfect plane- something still upon which something settles- something like sugar grains on something like metal, but with none of the chill. It's hard to explain. Stardust

Don't you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried?

we are all much too complacent about the great wonders that surround us. I mean, all this we've been talking about. Treaties and boundaries and reparations and occupations. But Mother Nature just carries on her own sweet way.