Quotes About Wonder

The Maker offers us creation itself as proof of his greatness.

It's the doom of beings to read patterns in the stars, to give them names, to cherish their slowly shifting positions and clusters. But the stars never say a word.

The sky spread out, full of clouds, and then we broke through to the very stars.

He had a dawning sense of how much delight awaited him.

We must have the courage to embrace the beauty of science in the name of the Lord.

Why did it appear to me? What in it made my soul sing?

Lead us with your thirst and lead us with your wonder, for surely in this state you do see things as never before and you are filled with that wonder.

Ah, but you have a fiery tongue for one with such a sweet face," he said with cool wonder. "So pliant you seem with your soft brown eyes and dark autumnal red hair, but you are clever.

Her eyes grew brighter and it seemed she looked about, as though absorbing the beauty of the walls.

Stay with me, beauteous stars, I begged, and let me never seek to fathom this fusion of light and sound, but only give myself to it utterly and unquestionably.

Would that it were true, would that all the poems and paintings of the world were but a mirror of such hopeful splendor.

and I thought I might take him home and see how he works. It's really neat the way all those little bone things fit together, like a zipper.

Lord save us, first you have a heart, now you have a god? Will wonders never cease?

You know how you just have to touch your child, sometimes? How you drink him in with your eyes and you could stare at him for hours and you marvel at how dear and impossibly perfect he is?

Why! he always thought to himself. What was that little redhead doing by the side of

It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?

We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence...

I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.

There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin.

If even rock was interesting, if even this ugliness was worth whole shelves at the library, required sophisticated tools to study, and inspired grown men to crack mountains and saw crystals--then what wasn't?

What is the difference between a cathedral and a physics lab? Are not they both saying: Hello? We spy on whales and on interstellar radio objects; we starve ourselves and pray till we're blue.

Yes, it's tough, it's tough, that goes without saying. But isn't waiting itself and longing a wonder, being played on by wind, sun, and shade?

If we were to judge nature by its common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed. In nature, improbabilities are the one stock in trade. The whole creation is one lunatic fringe....No claims of any and all revelations could be so far-fetched as a single giraffe.