Quotes About Wonder

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. They do, he say, surprise.

Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que preguntándonos por las cosas grandes encontramos respuestas para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuanto más cavilo y me pregunto, más amor siento.

Qué crees tú? Yo creo que estamos aquí para cavilar. Para preguntar. Y que, preguntándonos por las cosas grandes, encontramos respuesta para las pequeñas, casi por casualidad. Pero sobre las grandes te quedas como al principio. Y cuánto más cavilo y me preguntó, más amor siento.

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. The more I wonder, the more I love.

Perhaps our planet is learning to appreciate the extraordinary wonder of life that surrounds even our suffering, and to say Yes, if through the thickest of tears.

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.

despair cannot share the same space as wonder

A mí me parece que Dios se mosquearía si al pasar por un campo no vieras el color púrpura.

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. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

There is so much we don't understand. And so much happiness comes because of that.

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.

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. The more I wonder, he say, the moreI love. (pg. 283)

I saw everything fresh, and with wonder that I was in America at all. If a white person was rude I simply turned and stared. I never acknowledged the system that sanctioned rude behavior, but always responded directly to the person. How uncivilly you have been brought up! was the message of my stare.

More than anything else, God love admiration … wanting to share a good thing. I think it pisses God odd if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

Do I think if something's beautiful, it's perfect? I guess you could say that. If I'm in a rapture of beauty, it's perfect to me.

The most interesting thing about babies is that they are so enormously interested; the most wonderful thing about them is their infinite capacity for wonder.

I want to suspend my disbelief. I want to see magic happen. I want to believe that there's a world just beneath the surface of our world where anything can happen, where magic is possible and dreams come true.

Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon

You need to have faith and trust, Moira. And a little bit of pixie dust?

You don't believe in miracles. Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.

It looked like diamonds, rubies, emeralds; he could think of nothing beautiful which it did not resemble.

He dug his fingers into the sand, threw it over himself in handfuls and audibly blessed it. It looked like diamonds, rubies, emeralds; he could not think of nothing beautiful which it did not resemble.

La gente guardaba silencio como en presencia de un milagro; el espanto y el terror habían atado todas las lenguas.

Christmas Day has come and gone, the New Year lies ahead. Strange things happen Between the Years, in the days outside of time. Minutes go wild, hours vanish. Idleness becomes a clever thief, stealing the names of the days of the week, muting the steady tick of watches and clocks. These are the hours when angels, ghosts, demons and meddlers ride howling wind and flickering candlelight, keen to stir unguarded hearts and restless minds.