Quotes About Wonder

Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!

Cómo le regalas a alguien un pedazo de cielo? A finales de febrero, se detuvo en medio de Münchenstrasse y se quedó mirando una enorme nube que asomaba tras las colinas como un monstruo blanco.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere.

You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time or stand marginally too close to another person. Perhaps people did get injured. Personally, I can only tell you that no one died from it, or at least, not physically. There was, of course, the matter of forty million people I picked up by the time the whole thing was finished, but that's getting all metaphoric.

They waited for the clouds to disappear, and when they did, they could see the rest of the forest. It wouldn't stop growing, she explained. But neither would this. The young man looked at the branch that held his hand. He had a point.

Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I

Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo.

The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally

This isn't about words. It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.

It was one of the joys of childhood.

Os seres humanos me assombram.

Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the smoke from a candle just spent, first light, twilight, firelight. Everyday beauty. I cry for how life intoxicates. And maybe just a little for how swiftly it runs.

The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

The stars are so big, The Earth is so small, Stay as you are.

Belief is otiose; reality is sufficiently awesome as it stands.

What would you rather? yelled Sybil from the distant sandpit. Know everything or know nothing? Know nothing, I yelled back. Then you have the fun of finding everything out.

Above, all was ocean brightness: against the flat blue sky the clouds had been sketched by an impressively swift and confident hand. What talent. I like the sky and often wonder where I'd be without it. I know: I'd be in England, where we don't have one.

the wonder that this world is worlding around us at all, that there are beings rather than nothing, that things are and we ourselves are in their midst, that we ourselves are and yet barely know who we are, and barely know that we do not know all this.

To say philosophy originates in wonder means philosophy is wondrous in its essence and becomes more wondrous the more it becomes what it really is.

To feel nature as a child is much more important than just being able to list names of birds, or plants or animals. That kind of heart isn't something you can teach a child in books.

That is the excitement of life, he said when he was finished. The not knowing. It is often best not to know.

My mind cannot grasp forever, she told him. There must surely be an end somewhere. But the big question is-what it beyond the end?

Puerile as such an exercise may seem, it

si buscamos efectos extraños y combinaciones extraordinarias, debemos fijarnos en la vida misma, que siempre es mucho más sorprendente que cualquier esfuerzo de la imaginación.