Quotes About Wonder

There are no great limits to growth because there are no limits of human intelligence, imagination, and wonder.

God's miracles are to be found in nature itself; the wind and waves, the wood that becomes a tree - all of these are explained biologically, but behind them is the hand of God.

It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realize how often they burst into flames.

You always admire what you really don't understand.

The solemn stillness of the morning hour lay over the pavement; above in the window panes the early gold of the young sun glistened, and high above swam little roseate clouds which then dissolved into the grey city sky. At that time, as a child, I firmly believed that "life", "real" life, was somewhere far away, beyond the roofs. Since then I have been travelling after it. But it is still hidden away behind the roofs somewhere...

The solemn stillness of the morning hour lay over the pavement; above in the window panes the early gold of the young sun glistened, and high above swam little roseate clouds which then dissolved into the grey city sky. At that time, as a child, I firmly believed that "life", "real" life, was somewhere far away, beyond the roofs. Since then I have been travelling after it.

the wonder is not that God can answer prayer, but that he does, when we so imperfectly meet the conditions clearly laid down in his Word.

Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night, whirling and furring without sound against the window; the full moon and all its shadows on the lawn; the Christmas sleigh and reindeer in the sky.

It is a cliche that human beings are fascinated by size--mountain peaks, high buildings, and whales. We are also amazed by miniatures--a flea on a mouse, a flea on a trapeze, the Last Supper carved on the head of a pin.

The moonless sky was a rich wild blackness of stars.

Now that she was conscious there was no end to her questions and exclamations, for Dot was a born traveler, meant to go places, unlike us.

White double bloodroot and blue scilla covered yards on my path to the store. The leather knuckles of milkweed were pushing from the earth. Dark hemlocks and pine were tipped with tiny tender green needles. People wandered about like toddlers, bending over to look at last year's dried grass. They watched the sky and examined the tags of newly planted city trees. And the air—it was a clean cold food.

As they plodded along, the golden radiance intensified until it seemed to emanate from every feature of the land.

The world was tender with significance. "Onizhishin, so beautiful," Patrice murmured.

It seemed to Thomas that the stars were drumming in the moonless deep.

The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.

He wondered if he would ever see the inside of one of those houses whose great windows blared sheaves of light. They made huge blurred spears that reached out into the balmy spring darkness.

Mystery is not a passive condition. To see a thing so perfectly what it is-- doesn't it make you want to hold it, to marvel, to touch, its answered question?

I'm going to take you somewhere. It's time you began to see the world. You're eleven years old and it's time you saw something.

It feels ... as though doors were opening all over the world... It's bigger, somehow, the world.

No point in being proud; when it comes to miracles, take the ones that will stay with you.

C'est bon les villes inconnues ! C'est le moment et l'endroit où on peut supposer que les gens qu'on rencontre sont tous gentils. C'est le moment du rêve. On peut profiter que c'est le rêve pour aller perdre quelque temps au jardin public.

Anne y La Casa de Los Sueños, pagina 128 de 313

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.