Quotes About Wonder

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.

To science, not even the bark of a tree or a drop of pond water is dull or a handful of dirt banal. They all arouse awe and wonder.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.

When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.

God's miracles are to be found in nature itself; the wind and waves, the wood that becomes a tree - all of these are explained biologically, but behind them is the hand of God.

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

Look at the flowers-for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.

If you've seen one redwood, you've seen them all.

Every ripple on the ocean, every leaf on every tree, every sand dune in the desert, every power we never see.

Behind every tree there's a new monster.

That which interests me above all else is the calligraphy of a tree or the tiles of a roof, and I mean leaf by leaf, branch by branch, blade by blade of grass.

The Big Tree is Nature's forest masterpiece, and so far as I know, the greatest of living things.

Halt looked up at the trees above him. "Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees. Naturally, they didn't answer.

A tree reaches below the surface to gather strength for stargazing.

The other day, when my 4-year-old saw a flowering tree and said, "Daddy, it's raining petals," that was poetry that just melted my heart into a mushy, yummy Fudgsicle.

Science Fiction has rivets, fantasy has trees.

Why are there so many trees in the jungle?

When I was very little, say five or six, I became aware of the fact that people wrote books. Before that, I thought that God wrote books. I thought a book was a manifestation of nature, like a tree.

Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.