Quotes About Wonder

because when beauty awes you, you must halt and try to catch your breath and your staggered heart.

I think fantasy is best described as a kind of fiction that evokes wonder, mystery or magic, a sense of possibility beyond the ordinary world in which we live, and yet which reflects and comments upon that known world.

She felt as if she had strayed into a fairy tale, as full of peril as of wonder, a place where anything could happen.

Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling - I can so well remember it. There was always something more - behind and beyond everything - to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big.

He had seen God in the night sky long before he understood its patterns.

There was an almost frightening breadth and depth and height to the place, alive with openness and the wild energy of breeze and trees and the crying gulls and the brilliant water. Alone, a speck of human in a place big enough to swallow me, I looked about with eyes that seemed open for the first time.

He looked at the sky once more. Men had gone out there, he thought in wonder, and couldn't think why. Singly and in small groups they had gone into strange lands, across wide seas, had climbed mountains where no human foot had ever trod. And he couldn't think why they had done these things. What impulse had driven them from their own kind to perish alone, or among strangers.

Now how can anybody look at that and not believe in God? I mean, how can anybody look at this and not believe there is some higher power, some divine force at work in the universe greater than Man, some god that created it, that created all this, that created us?

Abracadabra! Fiddle-fee-fee! Open this book and read it to me!

What if . . . you come to the wild and discover that it is not wild at all? What if half the world is here before you?

I closed my eyes, put my right hand on top of the book, and passed it lightly across the cover. It was cool and smooth like a stone from the bottom of the brook, and it stilled me. A whole other world is inside there, I thought to myself, and that's where I want to be.

Life is very beautiful.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. What's true to one man, a wonder and a marvel, might not seem so to another, as God didn't intend it for him.

Fantasy was and is important; it leads to heaven knows where, but follow it and see. Sometimes it pays off.

The soul is healed by being with children.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.

Against a dark sky all flowers look like fireworks. There is something strange about them, at once vivid and secret, like flowers traced in fire in the phantasmal garden of a witch.

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

Upon my soul, this water tastes quite nice. I wonder what vintage now?... It tastes just like the year 1881 tasted.

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds

l'imagination m'apportait des délices infinies. En recouvrant ce que les hommes appellent la raison, faudra-t-il regretter de les avoir perdues...? My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?...

Mais la Terre serait plate si personne ne se posait de questions dessus.