Quotes About Wonder

My favorite journey is looking out the window.

Take time, slow down, be still, be awake to the Divine Mystery that looks so common and so ordinary yet is wondrously present.

the disappearance in our lives of a sense of the sacred. With nothing to evoke awe, wonder, or devotion, we inevitably feel empty within, Maslow contended, for these are intrinsic human needs. In a similar way, we have lost genuine heroes; the very concept of heroism has become suspect, old-fashioned, and seemingly obsolete. The same has occurred with such traditional virtues as courage, fidelity, and reverence.

There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.

He knows not where he's going, For the ocean will decide, Its not the destination, It's the glory of the ride

Splendor awaits in minute proportions.

What happened, what we think happened, in distant memory, is built around a small collection of dominating images. In one of my own from the age of seven, I stand in the shallows off Paradise Beach, staring down at a huge jellyfish in water so still and clear that its every detail is revealed as though it were trapped in glass. The creature is astonishing. It existed outside my previous imagination.

Earth relates to the Universe as the second segment of the left antenna of an aphid sitting on a flower petal in a garden in Teaneck, New Jersey, for a few hours this afternoon.

The unknown and prodigious are drugs to the scientific imagination, stirring insatiable hunger with a single taste.

Whoever created the world went to a lot of trouble. It would be downright rude not to go out and see as much of it as possible.

I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.

Who spread its canopy? Or curtains spun?Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun?

There was the greatest store of fowl that ever we saw.

Away from the safety of your home, the universe was not made for your convenience.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

When ye come where I have stepped Ye will wonder why ye wept;

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?

Real and pure love, exists in the age of nine and ninety years, between that lies a risk. However, an exception may become a wonder.

It's interesting, isn't it? Being in the world.

Los pececillos, abandonándose a las olas, bailan, cantan y juegan, pero ¿quién conoce el corazón del mar a cien pies de la superficie? ¿Quién conoce su profundidad?

Who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who Knows its depth?

The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?

Little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?