Quotes About Wonder

You ever wonder if it's really not more complicated than that?" I ask. "That maybe everyone else is right, and people like you and me just need to quit looking for stuff to be depressed about?" She looks up, and then back at her dirt, dismissing this stupidity without comment. When

I wonder what his name is, the guy back in Arlington. I wonder if she hurt him or if he hurt her. I don't ask, though, of course, because it doesn't really matter. She's here now.

When Christina would stop to examine an interesting insect or patch of moss, Gabriel would stand in an impatient pose and shrug, not seeing what was at all interesting about it. Sometimes when writing her children's lyrics she thought of Gabriel and Lizzie's son, had he lived, and what he might have grown into.

It is especially so when, on some basic, primal level, you realize that the new world in front of you is somehow the place you were meant to be all along. For a little while, all you can do is gape in wonder. And then, if you are very brave, or very foolish, you take your first step. And at some point you realize---maybe then, maybe later---that the person who stepped through the doorway isn't the same person who emerged on the other side.

Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.

Sunset is still my favorite color and rainbow is next

Sometimes the west showed clouds like tiny pink feathers; sometimes it showed purple mountains and green lakes; sometimes the clouds were scarlet with gold around the edges. Betsy

The five-year-olds were the most important members of the large doll families. Everything pleasant happened to them. They had all the adventures.

The child who gets lost in a book can emerge from the experience a changeling.

What tinfoil? he asked.

Stevie had often wondered how these conversations worked, when people talked about feelings and touching and all of the stuff she thought was meant to be kept carefully bottled inside her own personal apothecary. Now someone wanted in, to take the lids off the vials, to peer at the contents. Stevie was unaware that people were even allowed to talk about emotions this frankly. This was not how things happened at home.

The more I looked, the more Christmasy it got.

Felt the world swirling with snow

I kind of love it," Nate said, looking around. "It looks like the moisture farm that Luke Skywalker lives on.

and things that looked just like palaces even thought they probably weren't.

What Columbus felt when he landed in America, what the astronauts felt when they landed on the moon, is what a child feels when he discovers the earth, between the ages of two and seven.

It has been a day of wonder, this, our first day in the forest.

She did not expect to find him in the city; she did not want to find him. She never worried whether he would come or not. She never wondered whether he liked her. She never had any thought of him beyond the one that he existed. But she found it hard to find the existence of anything else.

He felt as if there was something—deep in his brain, behind everything he thought and everything he was—which he did not know, but she knew, and he wished he did, and wondered whether he could ever know it, and should he, if he could, and why he wished it.

This is pity, he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.

He wondered why he stood here, he wondered who had the right to demand that he waste a single irreplaceable hour of his life.

Held motionless by wonder, she stood looking at him, taking this moment, not in the name of the present, but as a salute to their past.

And now, sitting here in our tunnel, we wonder about these words. It is forbidden, not to be happy.

That's what the leadership was teaching me, day by day: that the self-interest I was supposed to be looking for extended well beyond the immediacy of issues, that beneath the small talk and sketchy biographies and received opinions, people carried with them some central explanation of themselves. Stories full of terror and wonder, studded with events that still haunted or inspired them. Sacred stories.