Quotes About Wonder

If we practice hard enough, we can become thoroughly interested in even the simplest things of daily life, the way a child would. The smallest things would become so meaningful, they might even be worth a few words or a photograph, whatever method you use to capture them.

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all? This is a miracle; and that no more.

The love of nature is a different thing from the love of science, though the two may go together.

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering.

My childhood hero was David Attenborough. He opened my eyes to the wonder of the natural world. In fact, he's still my hero. I interviewed him at the Science Museum in 2015, and he is such a thoughtful, humble and inspiring person.

The mind of a child is no less vagrant than his steps; it pursues the gossamer and flies from object to object, lawless and unconfined, and it is equally necessary to the development of his frame that his thoughts and his body should be free from fetters.

Never ever doubt in magic. The purest honest thoughts come from children, ask any child if they believe in magic and they will tell you the truth.

The Nautilus was piercing the water with its sharp spur, after having accomplished nearly ten thousand leagues in three months and a half, a distance greater than the great circle of the earth. Where were we going now, and what was reserved for the future?

I've read that a naked eye can see six thousand stars in the hundred billion galaxies, but I couldn't believe it, what with the sky white with starlight. I saw a million stars with one eye and two million with both.

Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

The world is packed with mistery. We tend to forget this, but it?s still packed tight with it, like water in stone.

Who can live without personal retrospect? We will always glance back to our childhood, for we are shaped deep in our core by the impress of our parents, and we will always wonder how that molding determined us. Svetlana willfully believed in her happy childhood, even as she gradually understood that it was secured by untold bloodshed. What was it about this strange childhood that she would always turn to it for solace?

Einstein said, "There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Because I wondered what it's like to be in love,' she said. 'I thought you might have been. I read about it in books, of course, but I just wonder what it's like.' 'Like butterflies and rainbows, I think,' I say. 'And feeling crazy and exhilarated and high, and sometimes terrible and sad.But mostly feeling like you and the person you love are part of your own little universe that just the two of you have made, and everyone else doesn't really matter. I think it's probably like that.

Live and "love to be fascinated.

He walked on steadily, and the black patches returned, took on strength and depth, became the houses of a small town. Joško wondered why there were no lights on anywhere. It wasn't possible for everyone in the town already to be asleep — sunset hadn't been so long ago. Then again, time was no longer what it had been. Before, it splintered easily into hours and minutes, but now it was a dense vastness around him, contracting and expanding erratically, the heart of a dying giant.

If the writer wants to create suspense, or build tension, or make the reader wait and wonder, or join a journey of discovery, or hold on for dear life, he can save subject and verb of the main clause until later. As I just did.

Una vez voló un clavel de su tallo hecho mariposa roja, y una estrella descendió fascinada y se tomó en flor de lis.

Na minha infância nasce uma infância ardente como o álcool. Eu me assentava nos caminhos da noite. Escutava o discurso das estrelas e o da árvore. Agora a indiferença neva a noite na minha alma (Vincent Huidobro, citado por Bachelard)

Doce morrer no mar? Talvez. Melhor morrer no mistério indecifrável do mar que morrer as mortes banais da terra seca.

Talvez seja por isso que os navegadores navegam: porque no perigo e no abismo eles veem refletida a eternidade.

a vida é brinquedo que para nada serve, a não ser para a alegria! Entregue-se, sem vergonha e sem sentimentos de culpa, às delícias do ócio. Aprenda a andar sem ter de chegar a lugar algum, simplesmente gozando o mundo que nos cerca! Faça o fantástico turismo gratuito dos livros.

A child does not notice the greatness and the beauty of nature and the splendor of God in his works.