Quotes About Wonder

it's impossible to understand how my breast could expand and contract to breathe this air, it's impossible to understand how you can be far away.

There is a place where I never was before: here breathing is different, and more dazzling than the sun is the radiance of a star beside it.

You have given me a gift such as I never even dreamt of finding in this life.

Your eyes seem to be expecting miracles I would be most honored and willing to perform.

The wilderness is infinite in what it offers.

I have discovered I cannot dream up characters as incredible as the ones I meet in the wilderness.

I remember so vividly playing a scene with Jimmy Stewart. I was in the back of a covered wagon, and we were doing this little talk in the wilderness. They did his close-up first. I was looking at him and thinking, 'How does he do that?' He is not 'doing' anything, and yet everything is there.

Very few recognize science as the high adventure it really is, the wildest of all explorations ever taken by human beings, the chance to glimpse things never seen before, the shrewdest maneuver for discovering how the world works.

David Gulden captures animals in all their wonder and intrigue, without glorifying or romanticizing them. He knows Kenya's wildlife intimately, and it shows in the depth of his images. He has an artist's eye, which delivers beauty and transport in every picture.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.

I definitely believe that you are drawn to certain things for inexplicable reasons, but in a very powerful way. I don't know what it is exactly, but I know that things happen kind of miraculously sometimes, and so I'm willing to believe that there's something pretty magical out there.

I may not understand, but I am willing to admire.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

When I would hear the rabbi tell about some miracle such as a bush whose leaves were shaking but there wasn't any wind, I would try to fit the miracle into the real world and explain it in terms of natural phenomena.

I believed then - in a deep, easy way that is impossible for me as an adult - that there was more to this world than meets the eye. Trees had spirits; the wind spoke. If you followed a toad or a raven deep into the heart of the forest, they were sure to lead you to something magical.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

Plants exist in the weather and light rays that surround them - waving in the wind, shimmering in the sunlight. I am always puzzling over how to draw such things.

I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I'm part of it. I didn't ask to be put here, I've been lucky in finding myself here.

The advice I was given was just to make sure you look out of the window occasionally. It's something no astronaut ever gets tired of doing.

There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.

When you look out the window of a spaceship, you see entire countries, vast swaths of continents. One turn of the head covers what once took thousands of years to traverse at ground level.

But when I wasn't working, I was usually at a window looking down at Earth.