Quotes About Wonder

Her blue eyes capture the distance. -Sonya Cheuse

It's weird to live somewhere where you can't see the stars.

One of the first things, Checking Out taught me was how amazing the beginning of a trip could be. How there was nothing at all like the realization, early in one's travels, that all options are readily available.

All of a sudden she had a thought that made her run outside to look at the stars.

These little creatures looked soft as velvet. They had bright round eyes and crinkling noses and wee paws. They popped out of holes in the ground, and stood up to look at Mary and Laura. Their hind legs folded under their haunches, their little paws folded tight to their chests, and they looked exactly like bits of dead wood sticking out of the ground. Only their bright eyes glittered. Mary

56. They all flew away into the west. At this point in the novel Pa delivers this haunting line, 'I would like some one to tell me how they all knew at once that it was time to go, and how they knew which way was west and their ancestral home. Prof. Lockwood commented, 'Locusts were then-- and still are-- mysterious creatures, whose sudden, irruptions are their defining attribute.

What is it about water that affects a person? I never see a great river or lake but I think how I would like to see a world made and watch it through all its changes.

But why couldn't the little cat—

She liked the enormous sky and the winds, and the land that you couldn't see to the end of. Everything was so free and big and splendid.

I enjoy Mr. Verne's work," she went on brightly. "He writes of such exotic places. But you've seen all that sort of thing in person. I suppose it's nothing to you." "Of course. Giant squids. Cannibals. Every day.

It has often been said that our environmental crisis is a crisis of perception. We do not readily see the patterns that would reveal our dependence on the natural world, nor are we commonly aware of the systems within which we are deeply embedded. Our attention, entrained on objects and focused on flat screens, is far removed from the dynamic and animated nonhuman world. We are as good as blind to the wonder at our feet or the daily spectacle of an ever-changing sky.

Where does it lead, this rockrose path?

Books are boring, James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, I offered.

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

Yeah, I'm just a medical marvel, and I'm taking my marvelous ass home.

Do the gods sleep well at night? I think maybe they do.

No, but if something smells this good, or tastes amazing, then we were taught to honor it with our attention. It's like a compliment to the Creator for all the wonderful ingredients that came together to make something.

I'd learned to never underestimate the crazy. Crazy didn't mean dumb; some insane people were incredibly smart. Sometimes I wondered if you had to be a certain level of intelligent just to go crazy in style.

City of Gold. City of Water. City of Faiths. Quien no ha visto Sevilla, runs a saying, no ha visto maravilla .

You know the reason I love the stars is because we can't hurt them: we can't burn them, we can't melt them , we can't make them overflow, we can't flood them or burn them up—so we keep reacing for them

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds. For one breath everything feels better. Then