Quotes About Wonder

There are people who can never go to Fantastica, said Mr. Coreander, and others who can, but who stay there forever. And there are just a few who fo to fantastica and come back. Like you. And they make both world well again.

Me gustaría saner qué pasa realmente en un libro cuando está cerrado [...] algo debe pasar, porque cuando lo abro aparece de pronto una historia entera.

One night I saw the moon, shining so big and round, and I tried to grab it out of the sky.

Todo o reino de Fantasia assenta-se sobre alicerces de sonhos esquecidos. A História Sem Fim (The whole kingdom of Fantasy sits upon foundations of forgotten dreams - Endless Story).

No sabes nada de Fantasía? Es el mundo de la fantasía humana. Toda parte de él, toda criatura, representa los sueños y las esperanzas de la humanidad. Por lo tanto, no tiene límites.

Ogni vera storia è una Storia Infinita.

He had been through a good deal in the course of the Great Quest – he had seen beautiful things and horrible things – but up until now he had not known that one and the same creature can be both, that beauty can be terrifying.

Dar dincolo de noi mai este O È›ar? ce nu-i din poveste. E alt? lume, alt? È›ar?, Ce pân?-n z?ri se desf??oar?. S?-i spunem: lumea de afar?. Iar cei ce locuiesc în ea P?ziÈ›i sunt de o alt? stea (...) ConduÈ™i de-o soart? mai fericire De când e cunoscut p?mântul Sunt fraÈ›i de sânge cu cuvântul.

I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. Oh, I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut up in a book.

Me gustaría saber qué pasa realmente en un libro cuando está cerrado. Naturalmente, dentro solo hay letras impresas sobre el papel, pero sin embargo algo debe pasar, porque cuando lo abro aparece de pronto una historia entera.

Trotzdem war etwas besonderes an ihr, nur konnte Lenchen nicht gleich darauf kommen, was es war. Doch dann bemerkte sie es: Die Fee hatte sechs Finger an jeder Hand. Mach dir nichts draus, sagte Franziska Fragezeichen, die Lenchens Blick bemerkt hatte, bei uns Feen ist immer irgendetwas ein bisschen anders als bei gewöhnlichen Menschen. Sonst wären wir ja keine Feen. Das verstehst du doch?

Bastian miró el libro. <>, se dijo, <>.

Children dawdle to look at what adults hurry past. They take time because they have time. They see the world through fresh eyes. Maybe this is why artists who push us to look more carefully at simple things may also strike a slightly melancholic note. They remind us of a childlike condition of wonderment that we abandoned once we became adults and that we need art to highlight occasionally, if only to recall for us what we have given up.

Each time, Lippmann would talk a mile a minute, and Danny and Vinny would stare in wonder. Their meetings acquired the flavor of a postmodern literary puzzle: The story rang true even as the narrator seemed entirely unreliable.

I was in a state of perpetual disbelief. I would have thought that someone would have recognized what was coming before June 2007. If it really took that June remit data to cause a sudden realization, well, it makes me wonder what a 'Wall Street analyst' really does all day." By

I always felt a bit like a child in all this but having the eyes of a child and a sense of awe and no firmly held perspective to begin with was how I could help in some small way. I never had anything to unlearn.

After Trump took office, DJ Patil watched with wonder as the data disappeared across the federal government.

One of life's dreariest truths, my dear, is that something once wonderful can come to seem … ordinary.

If we are the toys of the gods are not perhaps the gods themselves mere children?

There's room for all sorts of magic and miracles in this world - that's what I think.

She was looking out of the window

As always, books are mystical creatures to him.

Whenever her father was alone with a dog in a house he would lean over and smell the skin at the base of its paw. This, he would say, as if coming away from a brandy snifter, is the greatest smell in the world! A bouquet! Great rumours of travel!

sketches of Saussure's cyanometer, which distinguished the various blues in the sky.