Quotes About Wonder

In parallel with the development of my interests in technical gadgetry I began to acquire a profound love of and respect for the natural world which motivates my scientific thinking to this day.

I had been standing there rather stupidly, instead of taking my departure, as I should have done, for I may as well confess that I was astounded at the sumptuous beauty of the girl before me, who had hitherto cast not even a look in my direction. Now she raised her lovely, indescribable eyes to mine, and I felt a thrill extend to my finger-tips. Many handsome women have I seen in my day, but none to compare with this superb daughter of the West.

At first, all wonder and curiosity, we are easily influenced by surrounding circumstances, which often affect our lives, as colours laid at the root of bulbous plants are said to transmit their tints to the blossom; next comes the age of knowledge, when reason struggles with passion, and is not always the victor; lastly, the decay, when passion is extinct, and we live from day to day on our memories, and then drop into dust.

Sometimes I wish that I could sing or dance or paint or compose symphonies or build cathedrals to express somehow what all of this means to me. I wish I were a priest or a robin or a child or a sunset.

A four year old girl was overheard whispering in her newborn baby brother's ear: "Baby," she whispers, "tell me what God sounds like. I'm starting to forget." -- Between the Dreaming and the Coming True

There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

God left so many fingerprints at the scene of Creation that you wonder — does He want to be found, or does He want to be stopped?

Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.

There is a tendency to see divine intervention in things that happen in the normal course of miracles.

The world is as many times new as there are children in our lives.

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?

Metaphor for the night sky: A trillion asterisks and no explanations.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation — is there a worst trade one makes in life?

An old woman looks in a mirror, recalls a little girl with a rag doll, and wonders what became of the little girl.

In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.

I believe that there is an explanation for everything, so, yes, I believe in miracles.

O Lyric Love, half angel and half bird,And all a wonder and a wild desire.

To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you,And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new!

On a day like today I am stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

Come with me now, Pilgrim of the stars, For our time is upon us and our eyes shall see the far country and the shining cities of Infinity which the wise men knew in ages past, and shall know again in ages yet to be.

If heaven be so fair,the sun so fair, how much fairer shall He be that made them fair? For by the greatness and beauty of the creatures, proportionally the maker of them is seen.

The New York City Ballet is obviously speaking to a whole new generation and bringing it the same wonder and beauty that it brought previous generations.