Quotes About Wonder

The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs.

Childhood is a branch of cartography.

I agreed to keep the cards a secret and asked my grandmother if she believed in magic. She said she did not but that, surprisingly, magic worked even if you did not believe in it.

There was something stunned in the faces of the children, blinking and tentative. The slow, dark, dull submarine of the lives in which they were the human cargo had abruptly surfaced. Their blood was filled with a kind of crippling nitrogen of wonder.

he lifted his eyes. The eternal kind went out of his shoulder. He opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless with outrage, joy, and wonder. Then he burst into tears.

the Mandrill with his multicolored wonder ass that he used to bedazzle opponents.

Le facce dei bambini erano stupite, esitanti. Il lento, triste, oscuro sottomarino che trasportava il carico delle loro vite, era improvvisamente emerso in superficie. Nel loro sangue ora circolava disordinatamente l'azoto della meraviglia. Nessuno rideva o sorrideva, ma si sa che quando si divertono davvero, i bambini sono sempre seri.

Little pieces of grace were everywhere if you looked.

I see trees of green Red roses, too I see them bloom For me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world

Whoever you are, some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well. Enormous space is near.

Eddie said, "What is this, a salamander convention?

We are finding wonderful dinosaurs!' Exulted Cope. 'Wonderful, marvelous dinosaurs

Attractions so astonishing they would capture the imagination of the entire world.

Welcome to Jurassic Park

Y entretanto, ¿te das cuenta de cómo se mueve el bote? Eso es el mar. Es real. ¿Hueles el salitre en el aire? ¿Notas el sol en la piel? Eso es real. ¿Nos ves a todos aquí juntos? Eso es real. La vida es maravillosa. Estar vivo, respirar y ver el sol es un don. Y de hecho no hay nada más que eso.

The implication of this particular tale is: Trust strangers. Believe in magic.

She doesn't really want to go far, she just wants the solitude, the public solitude, of the street; the un-company of passing strangers, no one embracing her, no one looking with compassion and wonder into her eyes, no one marvelling at her.

It's remarkable, being alive.

Love, it seems, arrives not only unannounced, but so accidentally, so randomly, as to make you wonder why you, why anyone, believes even fleetingly in laws of cause and effect

I sometimes wonder how you live with such a modest sense of romance, Barrett says. Superstition and romance are not the same thing.

Richard kurnazca gülümsüyor. 'Ah ÅŸu uÄŸurlu iÅŸaretler,' diyor, 'onlara inan?yor musun? Bize bu kadar önem verildiÄŸini mi düÅŸünüyorsun? Bizimle bu kadar ilgilenildiÄŸini mi düÅŸünüyorsunuz? Ah, öyle olsa harika olmaz m?yd?? Eh, belki de öyledir.

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow...

It's remarkable, being alive. Being, once again, someone walking through a dust of blowing snow, passing the window of the liquor store, which offers an array of bottles surrounded by tiny blinking lights,; seeing her own reflection skim across the glass; being, once again, able to recieve the ordinary pleasures, boots on the pavement, hands in the pockets of her jacket...

He had never been willing to believe that life had to be as gray and dull as people claimed. He heard them saying: "Life is like that," but he couldn't agree. He never stopped believing in mysteries and miracles.