Quotes About Wonder

There are all kinds of people who I watch and marvel at. Just so many. I'll watch something and go, 'Could I ever have done that?'

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

It is the childlike mind that finds the kingdom.

I've never flown a kite.

I've always liked Muir without knowing quite why.

A child who has never fantasized about having other parents is seriously lacking in imagination.

I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he'd brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.

But his face was drawn and his eyes were pained as he looked down at me, and there was a strange expression on his face: defiance and fierce pride and something that looked like wonder, all jumbled up. And suddenly, I wanted to stab Lawrence all over again. I killed him for you , I thought, staring upward. " I know.

Huh." "Huh what?" "Would you look at this?" he asked, examining a small box. "It says it glows in the dark." "So?" "So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name in the air with it?

It's beautiful, dulcea??," he said, his tone awed. "Do you see? Beautiful." "What is?" "The snow. The night." His arms tightened. "You." I eyed him warily. "Thanks?

I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness-- it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it.

Don't you think that's the beauty of a book? It can take you places you can't visit on your own, lets you meet people and see things you can't in real life.

The sunset you see is always better than the one you don't. More stars are always better than less.

The man was a natural, a real pleasure to watch--and not only for his skill. God certainly hadn't put him together on a Friday afternoon.

We can handle anything when we exchange our worries and fears for alertness and spontaneity, when we focus solely on what is in front of us, and when we leap into the sheer wonder of the unplanned life.

I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.

Life-giving, life-stealing, beautiful, a challenge to handle, worth learning to ride, full of fresh wonders every day—if he'd had a woman like the ocean in his bed, he'd still be there.

Lust is absurd. It strikes in the strangest places at the oddest times. She doesn't even realize she's feeling it. She's erected a barricade of propriety and lies between us. I despise the type of woman she is. I loathe her soft pink innocence. My body doesn't concur. I wonder why her?

I couldn't believe I'd so completely lost track of time, but I'd had monsters to fight, a police interrogation to deal with, a graveyard to search, my dad to send home, a mobster's brother's death to avert, a new job to learn, and an illegal auction to attend. It was a wonder I got anything done, really.

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I wonder about that borrowed grace. Wonder about the enormous amount of pain they must be suffering to finally feel okay only when they decide to opt out of this crazy, beautiful world. You don't see it coming, not even me. Although I've learned to watch for an unexpected, suspicious peace.

Curious lass, aren't you? I suspect it oft gets the best of you.

Never had the mortal woman lived and breathed who could say no to a bit of fairy tail.   Gabby

She kept her nose in a book and her head in the clouds.