Quotes About Wonder

I saw 'Beauty and the Beast' at eight years old in theatres and spent hours trying to recreate the majestic imagery of that story in a drawing notepad at home.

I can't believe what's happening visually, in front of my eyes.

We don't really understand most of what's happening in the cosmos. Is there any afterlife? Who knows.

When magic happens, it just happens, brother.

I don't want to actually die. I want to see what happens in life. I want to see where it goes.

Dude, I turn into a six-year-old when I come to Disneyland. It's amazing. My eyes glass over and my blood pressure goes down. I'm just like everybody else. I turn into a big kid when I come here. It's the happiest place on earth, right?

It's easier for a kid to have fun and have an imagination.

Science should be the most fun job on the planet. You get to ask questions about the world around you and go out and seek the answers. Not to have fun doing that is crazy.

We can have fun speculating about why things are the way they are but don't look to science to provide any answers.

For why should we not admire more the angels themselves and the blessed choirs of heaven?

I am an astronomer, and my job is to look to the heavens to better understand the universe and our place in it.

Magic really helped me.

I'm fascinated by beautiful scenery and what we have here on this Earth.

But I am not going to live for ever. And the more I know it, the more amazed I am by being here at all.

It's part of the human character to want to know what's over the next hill, to want to know what's beyond.

What's a duck?" Luke asked curiously.

She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.

To cease to wonder is to fall plumb-down from the childlike to the commonplace—the most undivine of all moods intellectual. Our nature can never be at home among things that are not wonderful to us.

A mountain is a strange and awful thing. In old times, without knowing so much of their strangeness and awfulness as we do, people were yet more afraid of mountains. But then somehow they had not come to see how beautiful they are as well as awful, and they hated them--and what people hate they must fear. Now that we have learned to look at them with admiration, perhaps we do not feel quite awe enough of them. To me they are beautiful terrors.

I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.

I hurried away to the white hall of Phantasy heedless of the innumerable forms of beauty that crowded my way: these might cross my eyes, but the unseen filled my brain.

Now and then, when I look round on my books, they seem to waver as if a wind rippled their solid mass, and another world were about to break through.

But is it not rather that art rescues nature from the weary and sated regards of our senses, and the degrading injustice of our anxious everyday life, and, appealing to the imagination, which dwells apart, reveals Nature in some degree as she really is, and as she represents herself to the eye of the child, whose everyday life, fearless and unambitious, meets the true import of the wonder-teeming world around him, and rejoices therein without questioning?

But it is no use trying to account for things in Fairy Land; and one who travels there soon learns to forget the very idea of doing so, and takes everything as it comes; like a child, who, being in a chronic condition of wonder, is surprised at nothing