Quotes About Wonder

This coming December, it'll be three years I made the trip to California. I got a sister out there. I stayed out there over the Christmas holidays and we went to Disneyland. Believe it or not, honest to God, I didn't think such beautiful things existed in this world of ours. It was somethin'.

Sometimes we want to get away from the busy and hectic city life to find solace in the raging waves of the ocean pounding on the rocks or the turbulent splashing of a bubbling waterfall. At other times we are amazed by the immovable silence of a mountain or the gentle caress of a river overjoyed tat its union with the sea. The topography of a region speaks to each one of us--a secret language that people from all facets of life understand and relate to.

Vivimo en un mundo que no sólo es más extraño de lo que pensamos, sino más extraño de lo que podemos pensar." Sir James Hopwood Jeans

Vivimos en un mundo que no sólo es más extraño de lo que pensamos, sino más extraño de lo que podemos pensar." Sir James Hopwood Jeans

I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.

The Marvel of Life dwells in the sight of a diligent human.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

Perhaps you think that I am romancing; but I am not a bit. Every word I say is perfectly true, only I have not made the colors half bright or the things half beautiful enough. Colorado is the most beautiful place in the world. [N.B.—Clover had seen but a limited portion of the world so far.] I only wish you could all come out to observe for yourselves that I am not fibbing, though it sounds like it!"

Still in the black hemisphere the stars blazed and slowly wheeled; beneath them, Will felt so infinitesimally small that it seemed impossible he should even exist. Immensity pressed in on him, terrifying, threatening--and then, in a swift flash of movement like a dance, like the glint of a leaping fish, came a flick of brightness in the sky from a shooting star... He heard Bran give a small chirrup of delight, a spark struck from the same bright sudden joy that filled his own being.

All my life, I have loved balloons - all balloons - the heavy English sort, immense and round, that have to be pushed about, and the gay, light, gas-filled French ones that soar into the air the moment you let go of them.

We should be ready to reach out beyond our planet and beyond our solar system to find out what is really going on out there.

The public has an incredible capacity for appreciating the wonder of our planet, our solar system, our universe.

I know that I derive the same kind of spiritual fulfillment from what I do, being a planetary scientist, seeing our exploration of the solar system come to fruition. I get such a spiritual high from it that I don't even see the need for religion.

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.

When you get pure joy out of 'being' rather than 'doing' or 'seeing', that's when you realize how big and unexplainable some things are and being a dad is one of those very few things.

The fact that some things are mysterious or that they touch on mystery isn't in some way a capitulation, and one should realize that there are some things that we may never understand and, to that extent, should be humbled by that.

Some things, I think, like fairy books and secret doors, are only meant to be found by children.

Predictability is boring! I want a book to take me someplace I haven't been before, show me sights I haven't seen, make me ponder questions I may not have pondered before.

I think the universe is just so big that there has to be something else out there.

I've fallen into your life, like a red ROSE from another world.

I sometimes wonder about this True-Love thing and I get confused. Love--as I now understand it--has to be true if it's there.

To love and be loved is a wonder.

why our story have no ending?

On her one glance upwards, enough paintings are created by heavenly maidens on the magical canvas of god.