Quotes About Wonder

If someone had looked just the right way, they'd have seen how the very water itself took form and reached toward the shore with grasping hands.

Dac? Dumnezeu exist? cu adev?rat, m? întreb ce o fi învârtit în ziua aia.

No sé lo que me reserva el pasado (como diría Sagan), pero sigo avanzando, en el maravillado terror, porque no tengo otra elección, avanzo, menos despreocupado que otras veces, pero avanzo de todos modos, avanzo a pesar de todo, avanzo y os juro que resulta hermoso.

C'est que, pour l'enfant, une promenade est une identité complète, un visage, une personne. Ce ne sont pas des routes qui se croisent à des carrefours, ou des sentiers sous un même ciel.

Children ask better questions than adults. "May I have a cookie?" "Why is the sky blue?" and "What does a cow say?" are far more likely to elicit a cheerful response than "Where's your manuscript?" Why haven't you called?" and "Who's your lawyer?"

For a tiny instant Faith wondered whether it would benefit the doctor's investigation if he experienced a cliff fall first-hand.

True stories seldom have endings.

One of the two of us , thought Mosca, is in a lot of trouble right now. I wonder which of us it is? She isn't turning pale or plucking at her handkerchief. Oh draggles, I think it's me.

That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.

It was such a simple thing, but it made Bear feel less trapped. This was his cool, green territory, a domain of damp scents and mysteries. Every time, Makepeace felt her eyes sharpen , until she could see in the dim light as clearly as full day. Today she dug the turf with her fingers, rubbed against a tree and snuffed at the dandelion clocks, breaking them with her nose. She was a little too slow to stop Bear licking a fat beetle off her wrist and eating it.

She wanted to reach out across countless aeons and hold it, just as its maker had once held it. That would be like touching a star.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world," he said wisely one day, "but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen. I am going to try and experiment.

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

Nightly, certain stars seem to bring me into closer and more constant touch with the mysterious laws of the universe. These stars, too, are the most unfailing of our season-marks, sky-flower, faithful through a thousand years. Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

There's a whole world out there, even if I don't understand it.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky...

Can you see God? You haven't seen him? I've never seen the wind. I see the effects of the wind, but I've never seen the wind. There's a mystery to it.

Look up on a starry night, and you will see the majesty and power of an infinite Creator.

It has been said there was a cross in the heart of God long before the cross was erected at Calvary. As we think about it we will be overwhelmed at the wonder and greatness of His love for us.

Our Father and our God, I stand in awe of Your majesty and brilliance. I admit that I do not understand the mysteries of Your universe. Your knowledge and wisdom overpower me and leave me in wonder. Thank You, though, for revealing the one secret I most need—the secret of salvation through Jesus Christ, my Lord. Amen.

The] inability to comprehend fully the mysteries of God does not in any way curtail the Christian faith. On the contrary, it enhances our belief. We do not understand the intricate pattern of the stars in their courses, but we know that He who created them does, and that just as surely as He guides them, He is charting a safe course for us.

Even when we allow our imaginations to run wild on the joys of heaven, we find that our minds are incapable of conceiving what it will be like.