Quotes About Wonder

To a physicist life looks nothing short of a miracle. It's just amazing what living things can do.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

The constant happiness is curiosity.

At this point in my life, I find myself obsessed with alternate paths I could've taken. I don't think about this with a sense of regret, but with a sense of wonder.

There's more to Life than this

Each day is an adventure in discovering the meaning of life.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young; let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.

There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.

If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.

I don't stretch my hand out anymore, but I never get tired of waiting for the next magic.

Neel takes a sharp breath and I know exactly what it means. It means: I have waited my whole life to walk through a secret passage built into a bookshelf.

My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.

To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do you wonder, then, that I was a heavy child?

Death: Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know, that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom.

Faced with the sacredness of life and of the human person, and before the marvels of the universe, wonder is the only appropriate attitude.

Life is short and often stingy; feast the heart with what it craves, short of cruelty, and let the world wonder.

[last words] What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.

Life would be unbearably dull if we had answers to all our questions.

We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.