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Quotes About Wonder

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.
~ J.D. Robb
The sudden power and punch of the kiss rocked her back on her heels, and made her wonder if little beams of sunlight were shooting out of her fingertips.
~ J.D. Robb
How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?
~ J.D. Robb
How do people know that stuff? Why do people know that stuff?" "Science," Peabody said. "You can't live without it.
~ J.D. Robb
Golly, Peabody said under her breath, it's the great and powerful Oz.
~ J.D. Robb
But it was too late as Eve had an armful of chubby baby in foaming, lacy pink. Blonde curls in pink ribbons danced as Bella bounced. She said, "Gah," and grinned. "Okay. God. Okay. Why are you always smiling?" Eve demanded. "What do you know?
~ J.D. Robb
Love struck her, as it did often and without warning. Not the steady day-to-day feeling she'd grown used to, but the hot, wild spurt of it that geysered up and filled her with so many feelings they couldn't be separated. Delight, confusion, possessiveness, lust, and a kind of smugness that butted right up against wonder.
~ J.D. Robb
jumped close, close enough to see blade marks scoring the surface. All those people, the brightly colored hats, gloves, and scarves. A couple, holding hands, laughing as they stumbled over the ice together. A girl with golden-blond hair, wearing a red skin suit and vest, was spinning, spinning, spinning until she blurred. Another couple with a little boy between them, their hands joined with his as he grinned in wonder.
~ J.D. Robb
It remained an amazement, her personal miracle, that he loved her.
~ J.D. Robb
Lo que él quiere saber es qué tienen que ver las estrellas con los números, qué tienen que ver los números con la música y cómo puede una persona inteligente como Juan Sebastián Arroyo hablar de estrellas, números y música en una misma frase.
~ J.M. Coetzee
yo, nadie especial, supe que él no pertenecía a este mundo; lo supe desde el momento mismo en que puse mis ojos sobre él. Era como esos pájaros –no recuerdo ahora su nombre– que muy de vez en cuando descienden del cielo para que los meros seres terrestres los veamos, y luego levantan vuelo otra vez para continuar su eterno peregrinar.
~ J.M. Coetzee
But then in dreams we are always children.
~ J.M. Coetzee
Pero su hijo no le está pidiendo que analice oraciones gramaticalmente; le pregunta por qué está aquí. Para qué. Con qué fin. Pide una respuesta al gran misterio que todos, hasta el microbio más humilde, tenemos que encarar.
~ J.M. Coetzee
At what age , he wonders, did Origen castrate himself? Not the most graceful solution, but then ageing is not a graceful bussines.
~ J.M. Coetzee
I want you to know...that you can trust me. John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog. Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.
~ J.R. Ward
Oh, the humanity.... It was a wonder Rhage hadn't blinded himself with all that pop culture.
~ J.R. Ward
Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...
~ J.R. Ward
Life. In all it's mundane majesty.
~ J.R. Ward
You are more astounding than even my daydreams.
~ J.R. Ward
All his life he'd wondered why he'd never fallen in love, and now he knew: He'd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time.
~ J.R. Ward
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
~ Jack Kerouac
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
~ Jack Kerouac
We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.
~ Jack Kerouac
It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.
~ Jack Kerouac