Quotes About Wonder

I worked in a health food store once. A guy asked me, 'If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet?

What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?

What would a chair look like if your knees bent the other way?

Why should we all act so like children? Because we are? Yes, I suppose so." She made a humorous grimace. "But even then, why?" She pondered this for some time. "I suppose it was worth while-all those things I made-in a way," she mused, "and I suppose I wouldn't have made them, otherwise." She looked doubtful. "Is that it? So we will do the things that would not seem worth while-if we stopped to think?"...Yes, that was it!

Magic is optimism and hope, isn't it? The desire for more than what is mundane to appear.

A large part of her enjoyed the fearful excitement of being alone with this strange, powerful woman who could possibly be very dangerous. Wonder and fear: an intoxicating cocktail for someone who spent so much time alone.

To Finnigin, it was as if he was about to take part in a celebration for the clamour of the bells made him feel as if something amazing was about to happen.

In any case, a world without toys would be a terribly dull place.

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

The first experience of the inner realm is impossible to describe, but the feelings it involes are those of terror, wonder, and sheer disbelief.

You're no longer touched by the magic of this place, are you?

He opened his eyes, and the sight of the crystal city, in all its splendour, came at his sensitive pupils like a hail of spears.

I enjoyed teaching you. I enjoyed your sense of wonder. Now I feel some of that is destroyed by truth, by awareness.

When they hit the surface, Ays had to remind himself consciously to breathe. He opened his eyes and they became filled with lights and colors. For a while, he was unable to recognise shapes with them.

I cannot own the sky.

Beth and I wondered how they ever managed to find time to express their creativity, and it was true all works of art we saw in these houses were frantic, doom-laden affairs.

The song changed, became more conventional, and the words burned into Khaster's mind. Could they possibly be addressed to him? The song was about the stupidity and waste of self-hatred, about realizing the wonder of life, becoming free from fear and misery.

It was like a fairytale. She couldn't imagine these creatures of myth physically present in the land.

He wondered whether what he had heard indicated that a city was moving far above him on the surface, and whether the wounding thunder meant that, it had foundered, or collided with another city.

This country; you can feel the magic, can't you?" He inhaled slowly. "Smell it.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.

When you're looking that far out, you're giving people their place in the universe, it touches people. Science is often visual, so it doesn't need translation. It's like poetry, it touches you.

But leave us some magic in the world. Leave us some mystery to enjoy.

That's the trouble with science. It has to explain beauty. It can't just let it be.