Quotes About Wonder

Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment.

I do believe I begin to grasp the nature of miracles! For would it be a miracle, if there was any reason for it? Miracles have nothing to do with reason. Miracles contradict reason, they strike clean across mere human deserts, and deliver and save where they will. If they made sense, they would not be miracles.

Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment!

So, wonder! I also wonder about you," said Cadfael mildly. "Do you know any human creatures who are not strangers, one to another?

It's so beautiful here. You must come before you die.

So this book is my phone call--not from the top of a mountain, or even the top of the Eiffel Tower: the "here" is negotiable. It's so beautiful here. You must come visit before you die.

With equal wonder we survey The planet and the midge.

I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.

the oncoming night was filled with the mystery of unknown places and of distance, of things that happened long ago and happenings yet to come.

God (Almighty) is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. That is to say, God is fantastically and extraordinarily good, wonderful and awesome all-round. In fact, God's Greatness is incomparable. ~Emeasoba George

I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it burst, the resonance it provoked in me, and an upheaval out of all proportion to this insignificant event thrust me into miracle, into the rapture of the definitive, as if there were no more questions—only answers. I was drunk on a thousand unexpected discoveries, none of which I could make use of. … This is how I nearly reached the Supreme. But instead I went on with my walk.

Sunt lacrimi care sfredelesc p?mântul È™i r?sar ca aÈ™tri pe alte t?râmuri. Cine ne-o fi plâns stelele noastre? Dar eu îmi caut lacrimile pe întunericul atâtor ceruri...

De sute de ani, omenirea prive?te cerul printr-o gaur? de tun.

There are tears which pierce through the earth and rise as stars in other skies. I wonder who has wept our stars?

Never have an Ordinary Day.

I like to see it lap the Miles—And lick the Valleys up—

This is the age of dramatic art, when men wonder at the big characters of old, as schoolboys at the words of Aeschylus, and try to find in their own breasts the roots of those monstrous, but artistically developed impersonations.

But then the mist of battles passes away, and the sound of the daily conflict no longer hurtles in the air, and a generation arises skilled with the skill of peace, and refined with the refinement of civilization, yet still remembering the old world, still appreciating the old life, still wondering at the old men, and ready to receive, at the hand of the poet, a new telling of the old tale.

The deep sea of mysticism lies opposed to some natures; in some moods it is a sublime wonder; in others an "impious ocean,"—they will never put forth on it at any time.

But we cannot be always seeing the ocean. Its face is always large; its smile is bright; the ever-sounding shore sounds on. Yet we have no property in them. We stop and gaze; we pause and draw our breath; we look and wonder at the grandeur of the other world; but we live on shore.

You have not a perception of the first elements in this matter till you know that government by a CLUB is a standing wonder.

You ask me why I dwell amidst these jade-green hills? I smile. No words can tell the stillness in my heart. Peach blossoms drift streamwater away deep in mystery. I live in the other world one that lies beyond the human.

Every believer is God's miracle.

Why are things beautiful? I don't know. That's a good question. Isn't it pleasing when you ask a question of a person, a teacher, or a speaker, and he or she says, That's a good question? Don't you feel good when that happens?