Quotes About Wonder

It takes a snowflake two hours to fall from cloud to earth. Can't you just see its slow, peaceful decent?

When you woke up, for a moment you thought you were the moon.

Then again, Einstein (pretty good at math) was also quite clear when he concluded, There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Nothing," he said softly. "It's just a real nice turtle, that's all." "You

I wanna see it all. I wanna see bears and deer and elk and birds and eagles and hawks and fish. I wanna see a hawk catch a fish while dive-bombing a deer. I wanna feed one of my little sisters to something bigger'n me. It's gonna be like frickin' Christmas, and I want you to be there.

You Sanders boys," he mumbled. "Looking for art, for poetry, for story, for music. Like meteors, carving light through the sky. How'm I supposed to be in that picture?" "We need the sweetness,

Like the first time I saw you," Crick murmured. "Like proof that God exists.

But maybe cotton candy dreams show a person where the bones of real dreams may lie. Maybe

It's a mystery. It's like all babies. It's a mystery, and all we can do is pray.

Magic is always there. Sometimes it just takes an artist to find it and show the rest of us where to look.

The best days I have are usually days where I'm out in the woods and something happens, like I see an amazing animal like a fox, or I get a glimpse of a wild pig or something that I never see. Or crazy things happen.

Poof! It's magic!

Lucy didn't stop spinning and I began to wonder if she was ever going to let the boy come up for air. They formed their own planet in the middle of the room, rotating around a sun that only they could see.

I would find myself laughing and wondering where these ideas came from. You can call it imagination, I suppose. But I was grateful for wherever they came from.

friend, guide to life, and the eighth wonder of my world.

Purple and orange weren't two colors Ruby would ever put together and she couldn't for the life f her understand how this Lord God of theirs could have come up with the combination, but He had, and there they were in the sky outside the Winnebago's windshield.

The star of Bethlehem is not about science; it is about the search for meaning.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

The greatest virtue of man is perhaps curiosity.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

The wonder is, not that the field of stars is so vast, but that man has measured it.

The mind which plunges into Surrealism, relives with burning excitement the best part of childhood.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

speaking of Ann Radcliffe) A work of art worthy of the name is one which gives us back the freshness of the emotions of childhood.