Quotes About Wonder

The best things in life are unexpected — because there were no expectations.

Relearn astonishment.

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

What a beautiful girl you are," he said, with a kind of ache or awe in his voice, that made me think about how someday I would be old or dead or both, and the transience of all things, of the car, the moonlight, the volcanic rock that was eroding and the stars that were shooting by, made the world seem at once more important and less important, until finally the concept of "important" itself faded away like an expiring firework that glittered against the sky.

I wanted to look through the telescope, but felt embarrassed—it felt like looking in someone's medicine cabinet. The medicine cabinet of God. Well, and what would change if I saw some stars?

I went on to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and looked at the museum, wondering whether it would still be there in a thousand years. When would it not be there anymore?

In America, childhood was a time to play and be innocent, to not have to make money or do anything that counted for anything.

The wonder of life is in the miracle of life. There is spectacle, there is awe and there is incredulity. The blunder of life is in the greediness of Man from Abel and Cain to the City of Sodom and concurrently to the conflict in the Gaza Strip.

In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood. Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...

as he would a constellation in the sky,

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

But perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster.

In a dream, in a fairytale, nothing has to be explained, everything happens of its own accord.

Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.

When I say to the moment flying...linger a while-thou art so fair" - Faust

books, pocket-size jewels, open up like doors to worlds you never knew existed.

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.

Even the smallest of creatures carries the sun in its eyes.

People who love others are wonderful and those who love only themselves just wonder others full.

Nothing shows the wit so poor, as wonder, nor birth so mean, as pride.

The things that cannot be talked about logically are the only ones which are truly important.

Honest error may play prologue to wonders.