Quotes About Wonder

I was so unaccustomed to such emotions it took some time before I realized I was happy. The sea was ever changing, ever interesting

In such great works I found enlightenment and came to understand that everything God creates is a miracle, individually and unto itself.

who I am to talk? I dream of rain.

To be young and alive was a glorious thing. When you possessed it, you were likely unable to fully comprehend that it was a marvel and a gift, no matter your circumstances.

People in town said that if you stood beneath the magnolia, your beloved would come to you, no matter the season or the time, and when its flowers bloomed those who passed by became confused, imagining there had been snow in May, or that stars had fallen from the sky.

Salvation was mysterious, wasn't that always true?

How strange it is to be anything at all.

Alice: Why is a raven like a writing desk? Hatter: I haven't the faintest idea.

Reading is the magic key that takes you where you want to be.

The children ran ahead. A white trail of sand cut through the scrub pine and the yellowing beach grass, rising across the dunes and then dropping down again to the wide white beach that then itself dropped down again, sharply, a kind of cliff, a kind of collapse—the way the children felt their breaths collapse, coming to its edge, to the terrific thunderclap of the ocean.

people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one

Peoples lives, in Jubilee and elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing and unfathomable - deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

Every day a question mark.

The earth has a mouth?" Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips," my father said. Jack," my mother said, laughing, "stop it. Do you know I caught him outside growling at the snapdragons?

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Look what happens when we dream.

She held on to two sides of an hourglass and wondered how this could be possible. The time she'd had alone had been gravitationally circumscribed by when her attachments would pull her back. And they had pulled now – doublefisted.

What if more of life could be like that? Like the last slow dance, where, to echo T.S. Eliot, a lifetime burns in every moment.

As I set out each day, I felt like a young child again. One who hadn't yet learned the rules of manmade time; the rules of clocks and calendars, of weekdays and weekends. Except the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in a continuous, undefined mass.

It always making little surprises and springing them on us when us least expect.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love. And people start to love you back, I bet, I say.

Eu unu cred c? suntem aici ca s? ne mir?m. S? ne mir?m. S? întreb?m. Iar dac? te miri de lucrurile mari ÅŸi întrebi de lucrurile mari, atuncea 'nveÅ£i despre alea m?runte, aproape din întâmplare. Da despre lucrurile mari n-ai s? ÅŸtii niciodat? mai multe decât ÅŸtiai la început. Cu cât m? mir mai mult, cu atât iubesc mai mult, a spus el.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ask. And that in wondering bout the big things and asking bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.