Quotes About Wonder

Curious, I thought, the way nature provided for eyelids, but not lids for the ears.

Sometimes I wonder," Thomas murmured. "Wonder what?" "If being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier.

It's like we're on the moon," Sarah whispered. Michael squeezed her elbow. "Except that we can breathe, there are no stars, and there's still gravity." "Yeah, other than that, it's like we're on the moon.

Together, Thomas and Teresa watched, and imagined what it must be like.

What are those?" he whispered as loudly as he dared,

Mark had so many questions, he couldn't get them out fast enough.

The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.

What color is the wind? Blew.

A critic is a man who expects miracles.

In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.

Sometimes dreaming is even better than making plans" -Houndsley

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?

Physics is not about having memorized all the answers, but rather about asking the right questions. For when the right question is posed of a phenomenon, either the answer becomes clear or at least a path to further and more fruitful questioning is revealed.

She stopped me cold when she said, 'What color is the wind?'

As I got closer to it, it got brighter and brighter. It wasn't like any light I could describe to you. It was beautiful.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

Do you believe in fairies?… If you believe, clap your hands!

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!

When the people of God are not told the works of God, they lose the wonder of God, and everyone does that which is right in his or her own eyes.

When an artist captures a mountain or an ocean on a canvas with color and we wonder where such talent could come from, he or she is declaring His glory.