Quotes About Wonder

bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: *was* I the same when I got up this morning?

on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage

about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to

either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right through

schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) '--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?

It's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one—but I'm grown up now," she added in a sorrowful tone; "at least there's no room to grow up any more here.

He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the world. Beside that nothing seemed to matter.

Sometimes I've believed more than six impossible things before breakfast.

WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment

I don't much care where-" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," "so long as I get somewhere," "Oh, you're sure to do that, if you only walk long enough"/ "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."/ Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! The love-gift of a fairy-tale. ?Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass?

the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET

she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed;

Me pregunto si será por amor por lo que la nieve besa tan delicadamente a los árboles y a los campos

La cosa no tenía nada de muy especial, [...] pero tampoco le pareció a Alicia que tuviera nada de muy extraño.

If You Hurry You'll Miss the Miracles

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that the mere fact of our existence should keep us all in a state of contented dazzlement.

If we had better hearing, and could discern the descants of sea birds, the rhythmic tympani of schools of mollusks, or even the distant harmonics of midges hanging over meadows in the sun, the combined sound might lift us off our feet.

It is in our genes to understand the universe if we can, to keep trying even if we cannot, and to be enchanted by the act of learning all the way.

Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that tethers us but this dark secret neither of us wants. It's not Kartik's longing that hurts. It's my own. It's knowing that I'll never have what she has--a beauty so powerful it brings things to you. I fear I will always have to chase things I want. I'll always have to wonder whether I'm truly wanted or whether I've just been settled for.

I will tell you the story of how we found ourselves in a realm where dreams are formed, destiny is chosen, and magic is as real as a handprint in the snow.