Quotes About Wonder

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.

And times there are when you feel very wise and ageless. You are sunning on the rocks, the water splashing at your feet, when a small chubby freckle faced girl of about ten approaches you, her hand holding something that is invisible, but evidently quite precious. 'Do you know,' she asks earnestly, 'do starfish like hot or cold water best?

Quién es este terrible muchacho azul, extraño y brillante, como caído de una estrella?

They missed every time, and with that wary judgment that comes with experience, I watched the dirty snowballs coming at me, behind and in front, and, sick with wonder, kept walking slowly, determinedly, ready to parry a good hit before it struck. But none struck, and with a tolerant smile that was a superior lie, I walked on.

I fixed my eyes on the largest cloud, as if, when it passed out of sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it.

The room blued into view, and I wondered where the night had gone.

I looked at the baby in the lap of the woman opposite. I had no idea how old it was, I never did, with babies—for all I knew it could talk a blue streak and had twenty teeth behind its pursed, pink lips.

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.

I felt my lungd inflate with the inrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.

No podía apartar los ojos del alfiler. Una gran luz blanca parecía desprenderse de él, iluminando la habitación. Luego la luz se retiraba hacia su propio interior dejando una gota de rocío sobre un campo de oro.

felt my lungs inflate with the inrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.

Sentí que mis pulmones se inflaban con la avalancha de paisajes: aire, montañas, árboles, personas. Pensé: esto es lo que es ser feliz.

So come, and slowly we will walk through green gardens and marvel at this strange and sweet world.

In May, anything seemed possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself. To make every month like May! Or, perhaps, to live backward in time, so that whenever the end of the month arrived, I could turn May right around and live it all over again.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

And indeed there will be time To wonder, Do I dare? and, Do I dare? Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— (They will say: How his hair is growing thin!) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: But how his arms and legs are thin!) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse

And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair

What is that noise?

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

For all the things we've seen... my goodness, the world still has more to show us, doesn't it?

Pero... ¿Habría amor en un mundo semejante, Simón? ¿Existirían la belleza y el encanto, sin nada feo con que compararlos? ¿Qué sería un mundo sin sorpresas?

He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." More

I try to write like a grown-up about things I fell in love with as a child.