Quotes About Wonder

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are,Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky!

How excellent is thy name in all the earth.

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

How can these things be?

God was just showing off when he created you.

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer.

As it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.

Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind.

Canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?

A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.

The rubies are so pink, pink itself will stare in disbelief.

The whole world is, to me, very much "alive" - all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can't look at a swell bit of grass and earth, for instance, without feeling the essential life - the things going on - within them. The same goes for a mountain, or a bit of the ocean, or a magnificent piece of old wood.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

Both the grand and the intimate aspects of nature can be revealed in the expressive photograph. Both can stir enduring affirmations and discoveries, and can surely help the spectator in his search for identification with the vast world of natural beauty and wonder surrounding him.

debrucei-me, curioso, para mim

There was no need for a term like 'magical thinking' in the Golden Age of Man...there was only genuine everyday magic and mysticism. Children were not mocked or scolded in those days for singing to the rain or talking to the wind.

God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity. But we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance of wonder renewed daily, the source of which is beyond all reason.

Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn't life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it.