Quotes About Wonder

Il resto era ancora nulla. Inventarlo - questo sarebbe stato meraviglioso.

Quel che c'è di bello nella vita è sempre un segreto...per me è stato così...le cose che si sanno sono le cose normali, o le cose brutte, ma poi ci sono dei segreti, ed è lì che si va a nascondere la felicità.

Perché lui? Perché conosco solo posti squallidi, e invece da lui è bello, e tu hai bisogno di stare in un posto bello. (...) perché le cose intorno a lui e il modo che ha di parlarne sono il posto più bello al mondo, l'unico che ho.

Damos asco todos. Somos maravillosos todos, y damos todos asco

Col tempo iniziò a concedersi un piacere che prima si era sempre negato: a coloro che andavano a trovarlo, raccontava dei suoi viaggi. Ascoltandolo, la gente di Lavilledieu imparava il mondo e i bambini scoprivano cos'era la meraviglia. Lui raccontava piano, guardando nell'aria cose che gli altri non vedevano.

Still today, in the lands of Carewall, they all relate that trip. Each in his own way. All without ever having seen it. But it doesn't matter. They will never stop talking about it. So that no one can ever forget how beautiful it would be if, for every sea that awaits us, there were a river for us. And someone capable of taking us by the hand and of finding that river -imagine it, invent it- and of depositing us on its current, with the lightness of a single word, goodbye.

Tutto il resto era ancora nulla. Inventarlo - questo sarebbe stato meraviglioso.

It's amazing to me that we humans have the intellectual capacity to ask deep questions and to devise methods for learning how the universe works and how its contents evolve with time.

Magic. It was magic, and the magic is called love.

Look at those clouds, said Jamie, gazing up at the sky. Look at them. Yes, said Isabel. They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them. Look at the shape of the clouds, she said. What do you see in those beautiful clouds, Jamie? I see you, he said.

That, said Isabel, is the most painful feature of lost love. you wonder what the other person is doing. Right at this moment. What is he/she doing?

His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of some unexpected black hole into which the earth might be sucked, with the attendant reversal or suspension of time, in very few hours he would be waking up to a world in which he was numbered among the seven-year-olds.

A firefly came into view against the warm darkness. Then it went off, darting and dipping erratically -- out into the night, a tiny pinpoint of light, which, at the end of the day, is all that is needed.

your jaw would hit the table in astonishment.

I landed on a carpet of moss and looked up at pieces of torn sky breaking through a dense roof of foliage.

To despise flowers is to offend God.

Make your life a magical journey of Life, encountering Life.

Life isn't about finding the answers, life is about knowing there are always more questions.

what use is a childhood?

this. Surprised

Donita K. Paul

Though he did not believe, he was not untouched by the magic of belief ...

D?l paiko smalsumo žmon?s kartais net praranda tik?jim?.

Tonight I feel like looking up, gazing deeply far away, trying to decipher my destiny in the vast universe open before me.