Quotes About Wonder

Vous et moi, nous voulons savoir. Nous voulons connaître l'Univers dans tout ses secrets, les plus grands et les plus petits. Et nous savons déjà au moins une chose, c'est que l'homme est merveilleux, et que les hommes sont pitoyables, et que chacun de notre côté, dans notre morceau de connaissance et dans notre nationalisme misérable, c'est pour les hommes que nous travaillons.

Eléa-enfants regardait le garçon, et le garçon la regardait. ils étaient heureux et beaux. Ils se reconnaissaient comme s'ils avaient marché toujours à la rencontre l'un de l'autre, sans hâte et sans impatience, avec la certitude de se rencontrer. Le moment de la rencontre était venu, ils étaient l'un avec l'autre et ils se regardaient. Ils se découvraient, ils étaient tranquilles et émerveillés.

I imagine he knows magic, if he is reading books. The book itself doesn't matter. It's that he found another world in it.

Later I read that there are things inside us too tiny to see. Not even a microscope can capture them. This got me thinking--if there are things inside us too tiny to see, might there be things outside us too big to believe?

Everything was sacred when nothing was taken for granted, she thinks ruefully.

We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers.

Sheep used to have wings. One flew into the sky and all the others followed. They took their wings off while feeding in the warm sun but the wind blew away their wings so they couldn't fly anymore. They had to return to earth by drifting to where the sky curves down and touches the land, and then walk round the long way.. i like that..

Although there was no enemy or danger to be perceived, they felt the apprehension and doubt of those who have come unaware upon some awe-inspiring place where they themselves are paltry fellows of no account.

Those are rabbits down there, trotting along like a lot of squirrels with nuts. How can that be right?

After lunch Marion and I sat with hundreds of children and watched the dwarf movie. Entrancing in its own way and the colour is extraordinary. Yet I wonder if children who see it will ever again read Snow White in quite the same way and with quite the same magic?

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

The world is a dream, you say, and it's lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky." "No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

Nothing good is a miracle, nothing lovely is a dream.

Whatever enchants also guides and protects.

Never stop being a kid, Richard. Never stop feeling and seeing and being excited with great things like air and engines and sounds of sunlight within you. Wear your little mask if you must to protect you from the world but if you let that kid disappear you are grown up and you are dead.

OK.… A blue feather." He looked at me blankly. "Richard? A blue feather?

Sometimes when he was in the country he would sleep in a barn and wake in the night and go out and look at the stars and there were so many, and he knew they were there before him, and they would be there after him. That was sort of awful and sort of wonderful.

The two evening stars were now shining side by side. The smaller one had moved over to the big one. They were very close now, almost touching, and then they went together and become one very large star. I don't know if things like that are fair or not.

One spring afternoon as a child in the strange town of Portland, I walked down to a different street corner, and saw a row of old houses, huddled together like seals on a rock.

One could think of seagulls. It's really a very simple thing to do… seagulls: past, present and future passing almost like drums to the sky.

Wildlife is and should be useless in the same way art, music, poetry and even sports are useless. They are useless in the sense that they do nothing more than raise our spirits, make us laugh or cry, frighten, disturb and delight us. They connect us not just to what's weird, different, other, but to a world where we humans do not matter nearly as much as we like to think. And that should be enough.

The world and the universe is an extremely beautiful place, and the more we understand about it the more beautiful does it appear.

I]sn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?

Science is the poetry of reality.