Quotes About Wonder

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

Like a mermaid rising from an ocean of paper, the girl emerged across the room.

Maybe, thought Ben, we are all cabinets of wonders.

Ben remembered reading about curators in "Wonderstruck", and thought about what id meant to curate your own life, as his dad had done here. What would it be like to pick and choose the objects and stories that would go in your own cabinet? How would Ben curate his own life? And then, thinking about his museum box, and his house, and his books, and the secret room, he realized he'd already begun doing it. Maybe, thought Ben, we are all cabinets of wonders.

We are all cabinets of wonders.

Step aboard and we will fly through the window, through the sky

Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live forever Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all This is a miracle and that no more.

Open your eyes to the magic around you.

He looked up at the stars as though drinking in their magic, then back at her.

Something great is going to happen today, I can't wait to see what it Is!

That in the winter, seeing a tree stripped of its leaves, and considering that within a little time, the leaves would be renewed, and after that the flowers and fruit appear, he received a high view of the Providence and Power of GOD, which has never since been effaced from his soul. That this view had perfectly set him loose from the world, and kindled in him such a love for GOD, that he could not tell whether it had increased in above forty years that he had lived since.

That as for the miseries and sins he heard of daily in the world, he was so far from wondering at them, that, on the contrary, he was surprised that there were not more, considering the malice sinners were capable of; that for his part he prayed for them; but knowing that GOD could remedy the mischiefs they did when He pleased, he gave himself no farther trouble.

I never liked Jules Verne, believing that the real was always more fantastic than the fantastical.

What am I doing here? Rimbaud writing home from Ethiopia

That sense of loss grew within the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, never heard of a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

That sense of loss grew within the hearts of the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night.

And those you are with in the presence of miracles, you never forget.

Mankind had always been surrounded by the miraculous. Nothing much had ever come of it.

In a world so redolent with wonder, how can we allow ourselves to conduct our daily lives with so little insight, such absence of dignity?

If you don't have a sense of wonder it's like you're dead inside. But your sense of wonder can be used to trick you. You can have a sense of wonder over a thing that's basically a conjurer's trick, or a con job, or a rip-off.

My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity.

The feeling of loathing had as yet no permanence or strength in the dog's soul. The newly awakened joy of life transformed every sensation into a great joke, into gaiety. Nimrod kept on barking, but the tone of it had changed imperceptibly, had become a parody of what it had been - an attempt to express the incredible wonder of that capital enterprise, life, so full of unexpected encounters, pleasures, and thrills.

When we grasp the wonder of how conduct can flow from love rather than secure it, then the gospel has the power profoundly to affect every relationship in our lives.