Quotes About Wonder

And I am so tired. All the time. The kind of tired where you feel like you're being tugged down into the earth's core. Still. I look for moments of joy. When I see my children laughing. When I see something through their eyes, something I've seen a thousand times before and thought was stupid but now it's awesome. I think kids exist mostly to remind us that not everything is stupid. That there's still discovery in the world.

Visiting Florence was like attending a surprise party every day.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They look like Mama's diamonds. Or, They look like all the souls in heaven.

I'm not crazy; I'm curious.

I lift my face to the night sky. It's still dark. But I can see the stars.

Belle hesitated. "What is this place?" she asked. "A bit of magic, like all good books," the man replied. "An escape. A place where you can leave cares and worries behind." He smiled. "At least for a chapter or two.

It's kind of beautiful, this scary world. I still want to go out of it as soon as possible, but when I look around and stop thinking about how insane it all is and just see it without freaking out, it's really beautiful.

There really is magic in this sad, cruel world. A magic stronger than fate, stronger than luck. And one finds it in the most unexpected places" ~Isabelle, Poisoned

Why isn't real life like book life?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "Why aren't people plain and uncomplicated?

The sky had no answer for her.

What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks. Books. Not just one or two dozen, but hundreds of them. In crates. In piles on the floor. In bookcases that stretched from floor to ceiling and lined the entire room. I turned around and around in a slow circle, feeling as if I'd just stumbled into Ali Baba's cave. I was breathless, close to tears, and positively dizzy with greed.

I knew why I was claustrophobic, all right. But knowing why didn't make it go away. I wondered what it would be like to see the dark blue sky above us not as heavy drapes of cloth, the top of a circus tent, but as an infinite expanse. As everybody else saw it.

Thousands of solar panels lift and tilt at the same time, in the same way. I clutch at Dad's arm: "Why are they doing that?" "They're collecting moonlight," Dad says, and I remember: it's weaker, but we use it.

His eyes weren't closed like they used to be when he'd make Danny tell about an ice castle on Pluto where a band of pirates lived. But wanting to be told a story, entertained, however that looks on a person's face--Danny saw this now and remembered it. It filled him with relief.

People had to do something to shake things up or they would've keeled over from misery and boredom. So Christ came to dinner. Witches and goblins were hiding in corners. People looked at the sky and saw angels. And my idea--my, my...plan, my-- Mick: Mission. He didn't pause in his sanding. My mission is to bring some of that back. Let people be tourists of their own imaginations.

Sie sehnte sich stattdessen nach dem Elan und der Zielstrebigkeit, die alle anderen Menschen in der Forty-second Street zu beflügeln schienen: Gruppen lachender Matrosen; Mädchen mit angelegten, eingesprühten Haaren; ältere Paare, die Damen im Pelz - alle eilten im Dämmerlicht dahin. Anna betrachtete sie forschend. Woher wussten sie, wohin es ging?

Looking up at scattered, blinking stars can feel like floating above them and looking down. The universe will seem to hang beneath you in its milky glittering mystery.

Kath woke the next morning in a state of dazed wonder. It is a sensation I have experienced myself, a frank amazement when my cynicism is confounded. When, defying all precedent, the thing I most desire actually appears.

Days seem to be their prettiest when they die? I wonder, will I?

I'm a jellyfish glowing in the dark sea, bright and brilliant, just waiting to be discovered.

Sometimes I wonder if my life would be different if I had a sibling. My parents can be a bit overprotective. I've noticed that the parents of big families are more laid-back.

I smiled half a smile at her puppy antics, wondering what it would be like to be able to join her, to shed my human skin and the confines that went with it and just live in the moment as a wolf. What would I look like with four legs and fur—would I be light-colored like Katie, or a darker timber, like Dev? I wondered if I would be velvet black with ice-blue eyes, like Chase.