Quotes About Wonder

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.

Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?

So many lights you'd think we were living in a constellation

It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of stars.

She actually liked the idea that she might be made out of stars.

It never occurred to me before, but there could have easily been a world with no buses, no horns honking, no red lights, no shopping carts, no gum stick to the bottom of benches downtown. For that matter I guess there also could have been no sun, no trees, and no ocean. None of those things had to exist, I guess. It makes me feel lucky that they do.

She thought to herself how amazing it was that she was here, walking at dusk with an old pirate-her (italics), May! If only Somber Kitty could have seen her. Maybe he would see her, soon. The thought lifted her spirits.

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of diamonds.

Not only is the universe stranger than we think. It's stranger than we can think.

There was a tiny hairline crack in the ceiling she used to stare at while daydreaming.

But I should not have to explain to you how important it is for science and simplicity to coexist. One must not fear to be a little child again, when times of wonder are at hand.

That's the trouble with answers. They're never as exciting as the questions, somehow.

What distant star had to explode to seed our world with inspiration?

Why-why-why!... Ask it of everything your mind touches, and let you mind touch everything!

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

As a child, when I first heard the story of Creation, I'd closed my eyes and pictured the earth as a ball rolling off the palm of God and into dark space, then drifting around until it found its home in sunny orbit. Never perfect, but ever spinning, and holding on to her course, despite it all.

Could such happiness come out of the unexpected? Or was unexpected happiness the best happiness of all?

I wish you magic, Edward.

sense the enormous beauty that lay on the far side of those walls.

I consider the luck of simply being born, of being plucked out of the cosmos and bestowed with eyes to see, and nerves to feel, and ears to hear. Our senses. Our speech. Our breath. How crucial and insistent our ceaseless moving lungs from our first cry to our last.

Life is a mysterious and exciting affair and anything can be a thrill if you know how to look for it, and what to do with opportunity when it comes.

People look for greatness only in the extraordinary and completely overlook the wonder of the ordinary.