Quotes About Wonder

A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.

Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree.

Faith. Trust. and Pixie Dust.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

It's not that I don't believe in miracles, but I never quite trust that they're real.

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me

Truth was, if you were going to believe something, it was best to believe in stuff that made the world seem a more interesting place.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.

Never question the truth of what you fail to understand, for the world is filled with wonders.

Why would there be a morgue in a sports center?" Charlie asked. "Because Soylent Green is people?

May the magic always brighten your world~:.*.:~~:.*.:~

I've always loved you," he said, his eyes a blue that was almost violet. "You know this." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "I only wonder whether I deserve such devotion." "Sometimes people fall in love with those who do not return the same strength of feelings. It is as it is," he said with a quiet intensity. "What I give, I give freely. You owe me nothing, not love, not friendship, not even obligation.

Expect magic.

He felt like a pilgrim standing on the shores of Lake Sahara, having walked barefoot over hundreds of miles, yet all the hardships forgotten, filled with only wonder and reverence at the marvel of it all.

What cricket? Grasshopper?

He experiences a connection where knowledge does not interfere with wonder.

It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing that had happened.

When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don't at first recognize it for what it is.

To be curious about a thing you have to find something surprising in it, and I'm afraid that nothing surprises me any more.

She raised her head and stared at the birds with him, caught in a web of awe and loneliness.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

She walked as if through a forest. The pillars were furrowed like ancient trees, and into the woods the light seeped, colorful and as clear as song, through the stained-glass windows. High overhead animals and people frolicked in the stone foliage, and angels played their instruments. At an even higher, more dizzying height, the vaults of the ceiling arched upward, lifting the church toward God ... The song cut through her like a blinding light. Now she saw how deep in the dust she lay.

Maybe all the trees were God.--A Parchment of Leaves