Quotes About Wonder

What we haven't imagined will one day spit us out magnificent and simple. -Fury of Rain

What we haven't imagined will one day spit us out magnificent and simple.

On their own, your eyes did not naturally discover the sky.

Our lives are Mobius strips, misery and wonder simultaneously. Our destinies are infinite, and infinitely recurring.

They were astronomers plotting the trajectories of stars.

Our lives are Möbius strips, misery and wonder simultaneously. Our destinies are infinite, and infinitely recurring. In

A mí me resultaba fascinante oír a mi hermano mayor hablando a nuestro padre como un niño, como yo, que tenía diez años. Se me ocurrió una cosa: «¿Nunca nos hacemos mayores?». Por alguna extraña razón, eso me consolaba.

Ella es muy bonita, ¿verdad? ¿Bonita? ¡Es la criatura más hermosa con que yo haya tropezado en mi vida! Eso decía mi corazón.

Hasta que al fin logré torcer la cabeza y ver hacia allá, donde la estrella de la tarde se había juntado con la luna.

Aren't our problems so small when we look at something big, like the sky?

gravel-maggot?

I thought you were the loveliest, most enchanting creature God ever created.

A person without curiosity may as well be dead.

Winters in Michigan are a lot like John Holmes's penis: awe-inspiring but way too long, leaving you to wonder—after the

When she tipped her head and looked upward at the glowing dark blue dome pricked with its millions of lights, bigger and brighter than stars had ever been, she felt the mountains breathe in her face their ancient, frightening cold.

There is something ominous about a swift river, and something thrilling about a river of any kind. The nearest upstream bend is a gate out of mystery, the nearest downstream bend a door to further mystery.

Poetry is a search for the inexplicable.

The book of moonlight is not written yet.

Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

A poem is a meteor.

People should like poetry the way a child likes snow, and they would if poets wrote it.

It's a strange courage you give me, ancient star.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.