Quotes About Wonder

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

It felt like my heart leaped up to the sky, to some intergalactic star.

Ten times a day, every day, I wonder at having wandered so far, and then, alienated from myself, a stranger to myself, I go home

When they jumped down on the tracks, stretched their limbs, picked flowers, and took a little run, they all had the feeling that the place had just emerged only thanks to the stop, and that the swampy meadow with its knolls, the wide river, with a beautiful house and a church on the high bank opposite, would not be there had it not been for the accident that had taken place.

Miraba las estrellas que se perseguían por el cielo, despidiendo grandes resplandores al alcanzarse. Tres de ellas, arriba, a la derecha, mimaban una danza oriental. De ven cuando volutas de noche las ocultaban.

Do not fear to think even the most not-probable.

Omne ignotum pro magnifico;

I have tried to keep an open mind; and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.

But according to the Essay on the Extraordinary Revival of English Magic we have no business even to wonder about such things. According to Mr NORRELL and Lord PORTISHEAD the Modern Magician ought not to meddle with things only half-understood. But I say that it is precisely because these things are only half-understood that we must study them.

If magic does not have friends in Yorkshire where may we find them?

Show me the labyrinth.' 'Gladly. What would you like to see?' 'I don't know', she said. 'Whatever you want to show me. Whatever's most beautiful.' Of course, what I really wanted to show her was everything, but that was impossible.

They didn't have time to wonder why I was a little more miserable than most.

Ye should see my massive claymore. Oh, good heavens, Jane muttered from behind them. What now? he asked. A claymore's a fine weapon, long and heavy, and a wonder when ye ken how to use it correctly. Abruptly Amelia-Rose didn't think they were talking about swords. And you know how to use yours correctly? Aye. I'm something of an artist, ye might say. I'd like to show it to ye, lass.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest He died.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

I wonder: Can a brainless animal feel curiosity? Does it want to play? Or does it only "want" toys or food the way a plant "wants" the sun? Does a sea star experience consciousness? If it does, what does consciousness feel like to a sea star? Clearly, I have entered a world I cannot

Being friends with an octopus-whatever that friendship meant to her-has shown me that our world, and the worlds around and within it, is aflame with shades of brilliance we cannot fathom

For more than a year and a half, since meeting Athena, since coming to know Octavia and now Kali, each time I've reached into the tanks where we have brought these creatures into our world, I've longed to enter theirs. At last, in the warm embrace of the sea, breathing underwater, surrounded by the octopus's liquid world, my breath rising in silver bubbles like a song of praise, here I am.

The bliss of stroking an octopus's head is difficult to convey to most people, even to animal lovers.

Then suddenly, we saw the voltmeter flash. "What's going on?" I asked Scott. "I thought the eel was asleep." "He is asleep," Scott answered. And then we both realized what was happening. The eel was dreaming.

Hummingbirds are less flesh than fairies. They are little more than bubbles fringed with iridescent feathers—air wrapped in light.

To dive beneath the surface feels like entering the Earth's vast, dreaming subconscious.

My faith in God has always been unshakable, but until and unless I've seen, tasted, smelled, felt, and experienced the details about how this whole creation of His really works, I take nothing for granted and keep right on digging for answers.

If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come. –Arapaho