Quotes About Wonder

The ordinary can be absolutely miraculous.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.

THE MAGIC TREE Everyone in that crowd turned its head, and then everyone drew a long breath of wonder and delight. A little way off, towering over their heads, they saw a tree which certainly had not been there before. – The Magician's Nephew, C. S. Lewis

It can seem an amazing fact that laws of nature keep on holding, that the frame of nature does not fall apart.

To enter a theatre for a performance is to be inducted into a magical space, to be ushered into the sacred arena of the imagination.

It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.

I want to experience the world. How can I be sure if my place on earth is supposed to be here or there, if I have never gone to there? I know all about here, am literally bored shitless with it. What if there, is better?

She would go to and fro amid all this in a sort of permanent joy and richness, as if Indian poppies, congo canes, hummingbirds, and orange trees were enough to fill a woman's heart with complete satisfaction.

Everyone wanted to know what life was like at Belle-Feuille, behind all those ramparts of green - how they ate, talked, drank, went about their daily lives. And above all, what was important to them in life, and were they at least glad to be alive?

True definition of science: the study of the beauty of the world.

Our search for others might be of success, if we are going to go deep up there with a transparent vehicle and look for an indigo color.

The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.

We are as near to heaven by sea as by land!

Philosophers are adults who persist in asking childish questions.

When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing known for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

Nothing in life is more wonderful than faith - the one great moving force which we can neither weigh in the balance nor test in the crucible.

No one rejoices more in revenge than women, wrote Juvenal. Women do most delight in revenge, wrote Sir Thomas Browne. Sweet is revenge, especially to women, wrote Lord Byron. And I say, I wonder why, boys. I wonder why.

Being alive is inexplicable, I thought. Consciousness itself is inexplicable. There is nothing ordinary in the world.

I move through it like a phantom, and I have begun to wonder what actually happens in our brains when we return to half-remembered places. What is memory's perspective? Does the man revise the boy's view or is the imprint relatively static, a vestige of what was once intimately known?

Hon tog till sig en liten del av det som fanns där, bäcken bakom vårt hus, skogarna med sina stenar och sin mossa och buskvegetation, och blodroten, blåklockorna och violerna som spirade i den våta jorden varje vår. Allt detta blev henne förtroget, men fälten med sina ändlösa rader som strålade samman vid horisonten under en oändlig himmel rymde ingen riktig mening för henne. Hur älskar man så mycket tomhet? (189)

When I take this walk, the apartment is always empty. I move through it like a phantom, and I have begun to wonder what exactly happens in our brains when we return to half-remembered places. What is memory's perspective? Does the man revise the boy's view or is the imprint relatively static, a vestige of what was once intimately known?

I have always felt that there is a triangular quality to every love affair. There are two lovers and a third element - the idea of being in love itself. I wonder if it is possible to fall in love without this third presence, an imaginary witness to love as a thing of wonder, cast in the glow of our deepest stories about ourselves.

I love the look of planes and the idea of how a plane flies. The more I learn about it the better I feel; while I still may not like it, I have a sense of what is really happening.