Quotes About Wonder

He understood now why the world was strange, why horses galloped furiously, and why trains whistled as they raced through stations.

It is, of course, extremely interesting to look back across the years questioningly, wonderingly, objectively, without detachments, though seeing "objectively" does not necessarily imply seeing truthfully.

Midway in my delight of the wild beauty, there crept, unbidden and unexplained, a curious feeling of disquietude, almost of alarm.

Adventures come to the adventurous, and mysterious things fall in the way of those who, with wonder and imagination, are on the watch for them; but the majority of people go past the doors that are half ajar, thinking them closed, and fail to notice the faint stirrings of the great curtain that hangs ever in the form of appearances between them and the world of causes behind.

Man is a wonderful creature; he sees through the layers of fat (eyes), hears through a bone (ears) and speaks through a lump of flesh (tongue).

Now what we don't want is Facts. What we want is bewilderment. What we want is repetition. What we want is repetition.

What's the answer, according to you, to life's mysteries? she says. The answer is a question, the man says still sitting uninvited to her table. And the question is, Into whose myth do we choose to buy?

It feels a little dangerous, to be so close to fairy tale.

Daniel in the gallery sees one of her hands, the one on the rail of the witness box, cover itself in little shoots and buds. The buds split open. There are leaves coming out of her fingers.

The slightness of it gestures against the odds. It is like a magic spell.

Oamenii treceau pe trotuarul de deasupra. M? priveau ca ?i cum a? fi fost nebun?. Un pesc?ru? patrula pe autostrad?. M? privea ca ?i cum a? fi fost nebun?.

Art in nature.

The fact is, imagine.

Elisabeth had been listening to the programme in the bath. She'd switched the radio off after it and wondered if she'd be able to listen to Radio 4 in any innocence ever again. Her ears had undergone a sea-change. Or the world had. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and — Rich and what? she thought. Rich and poor.

Then I wondered why on earth would anyone ever stand in the world as if standing in the cornucopic middle of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon but inside a tiny white-painted rectangle about the size of a single space in a car park, refusing to come out of it, and all around her or him the whole world, beautiful, various, waiting?

One blink of a camera eye (can't quite put his finger on the name of the photographer) and that child dressed in leaves became all these things: sad, terrible, beautiful, funny, terrifying, dark, light, charming, fairystory, folkstory, truth.

There was once a child whose mother fell asleep. The end. Is that it? I said What else do you need to know? you said. Can't you tell me a little more about them? I said. (I was beginning to despair of your storytelling technique.)

Nine-year-old girls are perfect humans,

While you're alive there's no time for minor amazements.

She stared at it for a long time, seeing the rabbit in the moon, and thoughts of Watership Down, which she'd read as a child, drifted into her head.

The constant happiness is curiosity.

Have I come from another world to inhabit this body of mine?

Magic isn't easily identified

I'm the being who isn't planetary; we have traveled beyond our world, to sit in a paper forest lit by jewel-light.