Quotes About Wonder

Stupid?" said his dad. Norm was beginning to wonder whether he should butt in. Because this conversation was clearly going nowhere fast. Was this really what happened when you got old? You ended up arguing about flipping aftershave? And cheese? It was like some nightmarish vision of the future. "Beast Pour Homme?" said Norm's dad. Norm's

We used to look up in the sky and wonder at our place in the stars; now, we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.

Imagination is what convinces us that there's more to the world than meets the eye. And isn't that the first principle of faith?

It wasn't the body," he said. "I've seen worse things in our fridge.

I see things . . . beautiful things . . .

What could it be? Not a date, surely—the boy's got eyes.

You could stuff a cushion with all that hair. I wonder if—" "Hold it!" I said.

Outside has everything. Whenever I think of a thing now like skis or fireworks or islands or elevators or yo-yos, I have to remember they're real, they're actually happening in Outside all together. It makes my head tired. And people too, firefighters teachers burglars babies saints soccer players and all sorts, they're all really in Outside. I'm not there, though, me and Ma, we're the only ones not there. Are we still real?

Sometimes when I'm going to sleep, I think, 'Oh God, my future husband is out there somewhere and I might know him, or I might not, and I wonder what he's doing and I wonder if he knows me.' I just always think that's so fascinating, that even when you were two years old, your future husband was out there somewhere.

Suddenly, as they walked with their buckets, it was not the child in each face that she sought, but the Wonder that had raised itself on to its two feet, that had learnt to walk, to run, that had spoken, that had got in touch with life under her hand.

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb.

What shall you do?" "I shall continue to explore—the astonishment of living!

It was such a lovely day too, and the sky and sea were so blue. They sat eating and drinking, gazing out to sea, watching the waves break into spray over the rocks beyond the old wreck.

Si todo el mundo supiera ver el mundo así, piensa, si todo el mundo comprendiera que de repente todo puede ser nuevo a nuestro alrededor, no necesitaríamos ni siquiera perder el tiempo pensando en la muerte.

Aunque hará bien en no olvidar que una persona sabia es aquella que monotoniza la existencia pues, entonces, cada pequeño incidente, si sabe leerlo literariamente, tiene para ella carácter de maravilla.

Llueve siempre en la alta fantasía

It is not simply in wonder but in love that philosophy begins.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view… where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you… beyond the next turning of the canyon walls. —Edward Abbey, "Benediction

Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." Randy not only saw beauty in the smallest things, but also was captivated by their smallest details. He decided to spend the following summer in the high country. He wanted to put his life on his back, not unlike John Muir, and hike the crest of the Sierra without a schedule. Unhurried. Unhindered.

Alguien dijo: "Puedes confiar en un universo que crea flores".

Let's first ask, what is life? And immediately we are stumped.

and in the darkness that was fast enclosing him he was filled with joy, because life is endless, its mysteries will never entirely be revealed, and to be human is to be alive in constant wonder.

every day a million miracles begin at sunrise!

Tomorrow is Sunday. I wonder if I shall hear a sermon?