Quotes About Wonder

His eyes passed over the solid shapes of the instruments and computers that lined the bridge. They winked away innocently at him. He stared out at the stars, but none of them said a word.

I????n adeta yüzdüÄŸü her ÅŸafak vaktinde büyülü bir olas?l?k an? vard?r. Yarat?l?? tam o s?rada nefesini tutmuÅŸtur.

Não é o bastante ver que um jardim é bonito sem ter que acreditar também que há fadas escondidas nele?

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? All

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't. And

And are you not," said Fook, leaning anxiously forward, "a greater analyst than the Googleplex Star Thinker in the Seventh Galaxy of Light and Ingenuity which can calculate the trajectory of every single dust particle throughout a five-week Dangrabad Beta sand blizzard?

But the reason I call myself by my childhood name is to remind myself that a scientist must also be absolutely like a child. If he sees a thing, he must say that he sees it, whether it was what he thought he was going to see or not. See first, think later, then test. But always see first. Otherwise you will only see what you were expecting. Most scientists forget that.

The mess is extraordinary, and has to be seen to be believed, but if you don't have any particular need to believe it, then don't go and look, because you won't enjoy it.

something was moving quietly through the ionosphere many miles above the surface of the planet; several somethings in fact

Mr. Beeblebrox, sir," said the insect in awed wonder, "you're so weird you should be in movies." "Yeah," said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, "and you, baby, should be in real life.

As I'm never going to be old, I'm glad that I never lost my sense of wonder about the world, although I have a hunch it would have happened pretty soon. I loved the world, its beauty and bigness as well as its smallness.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

And then sometimes I think the people to feel saddest for are people who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder – people who closed the doors that leads us into the secret world – or who had the doors closed for them by time and neglect and decisions made in times of weakness.

The modern world is devoted to vanishing species, vanishing weather and vanishing capacity for wonder.

How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.

But then a bumblebee bumbled above us and it stole our attention the way flying things can.

LET'S JUST HOPE WE ACCIDENTALLY BUILD GOD.

I like to go beach-combing, and I like to find interestingly shaped rocks. When I really get into the groove I start finding beautiful rocks everywhere, until I discover that all of the rocks on the beach are beautiful. And so I try to find beauty even in the smallest moments, because beauty is something that can grow if you let it.

The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss.

And when you do find this letter, you know what? Something extraordinary will happen. It will be like a reverse solar eclipse - the sun will start shining down in the middle of night, imagine that!

the universe is indeed a beautiful place. If you doubt me, go check for yourself.

Launches the reader into a story of science and ancient mystery that will blow your mind: [From New York Times bestselling author Douglas Preston]

We planned to enter the ruins the following day. What would we find? I couldn't even begin to imagine it.

Douglas Preston