Quotes About Wonder

The best part of beauty is that which boggles the soul.

The secret of discovery begins with looking at the usual things with unusual curiosity.

Life became Magical when I started believing in its Magic.

Life is magical. Being alive in this present moment is magic. Be in awe of this magic and you will understand how priceless this life is!!

I am unable to believe in a God susceptible to prayer. I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits, and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

Children do not give up their innate imagination, curiosity, dreaminess easily. You have to love them to get them to do that.

Money mad. My wife says I spend money like a drunken sailor. Wonder what she'd say if I spent it like a sober congressman

How much greater and more lasting the work of man's hands and mind was than man himself. Looking up at the exquisite tracery of the vaulted roof, listening to the majestic music pealing up to join it, she felt dwarfed and humble, yet raised up in spirit beyond her own little ant hill of living.

We're not allowed miracles," she told John. "We traded them in for technology some years ago and now we're stuck with finding out how things work.

No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.

I loved the world of imagination.

If you should ever be blessed to be far enough from the cacophony of civilization when a heavy snow falls, you can even hear the very music of the iced dew's delicate descent. It is the repainting of a landscape in a thousand hues of white. It is the dance of the wind.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

Many adults feel that every children's book has to teach them something.... My theory is a children's book... can be just for fun.

Children's Song We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower, Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven.

I have one talent, and that is the capacity to be tremendously surprised, surprised at life, at ideas. This is to me the supreme Hasidic imperative: Don't be old. Don't be stale.

We are all children when we sleep.

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands. Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

Of course, I'm dying to be about for ever so long. I'll ask the King to find me the polar star. I must have seen it often, but I don't know exactly which it is.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise

Rebelliously, I put out the light in my house, and Your sky surprised me with its stars.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, and the steps that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star.

What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?