Quotes About Wonder

Time can vanish in exploring these places, like wandering through an art gallery of unexpected forms and colors. Sometimes, I look up from my microscope at the end of an hour, and I'm taken aback at the plainness of the ordinary world, the drab and predictable shapes.

Biologists may make unsuitable dinner conversation, but we are seldom bored.

What is the source of this pattern? Why is the world so beautiful? It could so easily be otherwise: flowers could be ugly to us and still fulfill their own purpose. But they're not.

finding a patch of wild strawberries still touches me with a sensation of surprise, a feeling of unworthiness and gratitude for the generosity and kindness that comes with an unexpected gift all wrapped in red and green.

The question of goldenrod and aster was of course just emblematic of what I really wanted to know. It was an architecture of relationships, of connections that I yearned to understand. I wanted to see the shimmering threads that hold it all together. And I wanted to know why we love the world, why the most ordinary scrap of meadow can rock us back on our heels in awe.

Einstein himself said that "God doesn't play dice with the universe." What is the source of this pattern? Why is the world so beautiful? It could so easily be otherwise: flowers could be ugly to us and still fulfil their own purpose. But they're not.

The very last adler leans away from the thread of the trail, as if to set me free.

I heard in their raised voices the same outpouring of love and gratitude for the Creation that Skywoman first sang on the back of Turtle Island. In their caress of that old hymn I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself.

It's too beautiful for English to explain

What lies beyond our grasp remains unnamed.

I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself.

Gifts exist in a realm of humility and mystery—as with random acts of kindness, we do not know their source.

I came to know that it wasn't naming the source of wonder that mattered, it was wonder itself

My questions were bigger than science could touch.

Daddy? Daddy, I know the baby is in the mommy"s tummy and the baby comes out of the mommy"s tummy, but, Daddy? How do that baby get in the mommy"s tummy?

Cynthia's face popped onto the screen, a gorgeous, blue-eyed blonde with a dazzling smile. Mindy thought of the baby and how pretty he or she would have been.

No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son; we tie ourselves together through moments. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be treasured, hoarded, and protected. The wonder that someone can be so different from you and yet still understand your heart in a way no one else will.

And it confused me to think that the cloven-footed ones could have so many marvelous creations.

How can the moon be scooped from the water's surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

Harry Houdini had a saying that came back to Ian now and again: For those who believe, no explanation is necessary. For those who don't, none will suffice.

Every conception has a touch of the miraculous - this one far more than most.

There is an exuberance in good fantasy quite unlike the most exalted moments of realistic fiction. Both forms have similar goals; but realism walks where fantasy dances.

often the trouble with magical things. They're never quite what you'd expect.

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