Quotes About Wonder

relates that on his first visit to M.

One of the things that everybody knows about space travel but never mentions is its aphrodisiac quality.

He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.

There's a little witch in all of us.

She's beginning to wonder if perhaps she's haunting herself.

Books may well be the only true magic

she wonders if she has something other people don't. Intuition or hope -- she wouldn't know what to call it.

If she wanted to enter an otherworld, all she had to do was open a novel.

One thing I've learned is that strange things do happen. They happen all the time. Today, for instance, my best friend Jill's cat spoke. We were making brownies in the kitchen when we heard it say, 'Let me out.

Her gift with wild birds allowed her to bring them to her merely by lifting her hand. From a distance, when she ran so fast she was nearly flying, it seemed as if she spoke their language, and was meant for their world more than her own.

I had never before noticed that rain contained every color within itself, green as the fields, blue as heaven, white as a lamb, yellow as my daughter's hair.

If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea.

When a star reaches for you, it is difficult to look away.

Is it not beautiful?" I said of the world around us. Is it not terrible?

As for Franny, she wanted what she most often experienced in her dreams. To be among the birds. She preferred them to most human beings, their grace, their distance from the earth, their great beauty. Perhaps that was why they always came to her. In some way, she spoke their language.

Lydia went over and handed him a paper napkin. Conner stared at the napkin as if it were something delivered directly from the moon.

My breath came out in a fog and rose into the milky sky. Snow fell on my eyelashes, and all of Brooklyn turned white, a world in a globe. Every snowflake that I caught was a miracle unlike any other.

You had to wonder who all these people in their cars were leaving behind and who they were driving toward, and if they knew that in the distance, the echo of their tires on the asphalt sounded like a river, and that to someone like me, it could seem like the miracle I'd been looking for.

Life is a mystery, and it should be so, for the sorrow that accompanies being human and

It was after dark when the woods were most filled with magic, when there were fireflies and the mist was rising from the streams.

I was walking through a dream rather than living my life. I had become someone else, but who was that someone?

Did you not think this was what the world was like? the Man from the Valley said to me.

He couldn't help but wonder if Moses Levy had experienced this same heat, if true images burned their maker. He wondered, too, if the hermit at that riverside was right, if there wasn't some element of capturing a soul in each photograph, if he wasn't responsible for those whose images he caught.

There was so much light in the world we knew we would never be able to count it all.