Quotes About Wonder

When I was four years old, my father, who was a colonel in the army, was stationed in Salzburg, Austria. Across the street from our house was an ancient castle on a cliff. So when I first heard fairy tales, I felt as if the magic of 'Cinderella' or 'Sleeping Beauty' was taking place right in my own neighborhood.

I don't know what to think about magic and fairy tales.

As a child, I loved fairy tales because the story, the what-comes-next, is paramount. As an adult, I'm fascinated by their logic and illogic.

I loved fairy tales growing up.

I loved fairy tales as a kid, so that's where my mind gravitates.

I love fairy tales.

I'm a great believer in fairy tales. I think it is important to have something you can lose yourself in.

Fairy tales were great because they provided a no-limits playground for my imagination, and growing up, there's nothing more exciting.

I firmly believe in real-life fairy tales.

It goes back to the starfish. That's when the light bulb really popped over my head. We'd found one on the beach, and I was struck by what astonishing creatures they are, talking with Dad about how they regenerate.

The truth is I don't really know where my own interest in tall buildings really comes from. It cannot come from my hometown because there were no tall buildings there!

Somewhere, over the rainbow, Way up tall, There's a land where they've never heard of cholesterol.

Birds are the most popular group in the animal kingdom. We feed them and tame them and think we know them. And yet they inhabit a world which is really rather mysterious.

For, only a few yards up, there was a Frangipani tree: a mass of brilliant blossom and no leaves, which was almost hidden in a cloud of humming-birds so vivid as much to outshine the flowers. Writers have often lost their way trying to explain how brilliant a jewel the humming-bird is: it cannot be done.

There are times when I feel you might be searching for me, when I can read what is written on the far sides of stars. — Richard Jackson, from "Alternate Endings," Resonance (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)

The great sea makes one a great sceptic.

To me everything is supernatural.

Up ahead, Donut Universe shines like the Virgin Mary doing barrel rolls over Lourdes, so I head over.

Maybe these are a little farther down the road to Candy Land.

What does that stupid song mean? What's supposed to be in my heart? I go over the lyrics a couple more times in my head. "All things bright and beautiful, / All creatures great and small, / All things wise and wonderful, / The Lord God made them all." Basically, it's saying that God made everything and everything is just great. This thing is a damn Disney nightmare. God made everything and everything is great.

I have a soft spot in my heart for tree houses, which have always imparted certain magic and practical knowledge.

To a person uninstructed in natural history, his country or seaside stroll is a walk through a gallery filled with wonderful works of art, nine-tenths of which have their faces turned to the wall. —THOMAS HUXLEY

it is only human nature to wonder and second guess about choices made and paths not taken.

But I soon found that I was seeing the aura of the flowers. A wonderful light shone out from every little petal and flower, and the whole was a blaze of splendor.