Quotes About Wonder

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable.

There is a spectacle greater than the sea, and that is the sky; there is a spectacle greater than the sky, and that is the human soul.

Nothing is so logical and nothing appears so absurd as the ocean.

He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?

Who can calculate the trajectory of a molecule? How do we know the creation of worlds is not determined by the falling of grains of sand? Who, after all, knows the reciprocal ebb and flow of the infinitely big and the infinitely small, the reverberation of causes in the chasms of a being, the avalanches of creation? A

Indeed, what more could you want? A little garden to amble about in, and infinite space to dream in. At his feet, whatever could be grown and gathered; over his head, whatever could be studied and meditated upon; a few flowers on the ground and all the stars in the sky.

He fell to the seat, she by his side. There no more words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that their lips met? How is it that the birds sing, the the snow melts, that the rose opens, that May blooms, that the dawn whitens behind the black trees on the shivering summit of the hills?

Without seeking to comprehend the incomprehensible, he gazed upon it. He did not study God; he was dazzled by Him.

For there are things that make the dead open their eyes in their graves.

Le ciel était absolument noir, il n'y avait plus d'étoiles, mais évidemment il en voyait une.

why comes there an hour when we leave this azure, and why does life continue afterwards?

Il y a un spectacle plus grand que la mer, c'est le ciel ; il y a un spectacle plus grand que le ciel, c'est l'intérieur de l'âme.

Come fu che le loro labbra s'incontrarono? Come avviene che l'uccello canta, che la neve si scioglie, che la rosa sboccia, che maggio dà i suoi fiori, che l'alba imbianca dietro gli alberi neri le cime frementi delle colline? Un bacio, e fu tutto.

Jean Valjean opened his eyes wide, and stared at the venerable Bishop with an expression which no human tongue can render any account of.

Venerate the man, whoever he may be, who has this sign—the starry eye.

Aucun penseur n'oserait dire que le parfum de l'aubépine est inutile aux constellations.

We shall be grasshoppers among the stars. And then we shall see God.

R?scolea toate tufiÈ™urile È™i toate pietrele, ca s? caute gâze. AÈ™teptând s? viseze, se juca. Îi pl?cea gr?dina cu gâng?niile care furnicau în iarb?, sub picioarele ei, aÈ™teptând s-o iubeasc? pentru stelele pe care avea s? le vad? printre ramuri, deasupra capului.

I was always a little girl, lost in Oz, looking for a way to believe that there was no place like home Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

Will ya look at it?" Dad threw his arms wide, as if he wanted to embrace it all. He seemed to be growing before their eyes, like a tree, spreading branches wide, becoming strong. He liked the nothingness he saw, the vast emptiness. It was what he'd come for.

It felt both profoundly magical and beautifully ordinary.

Inside was a library unlike any Leni had ever seen. Row upon row of wooden desks, decorated with green banker's lamps, were positioned beneath an arched ceiling. Gothic chandeliers hung above the desks. And the books! She'd never seen so many. They whispered to her of unexplored worlds and unmet friends and she realized that she wasn't alone in this new world. Her friends were here, spine out, waiting for her as they always had.

It was all out there—the mystery, the beauty; beyond her ability to see now, but there just the same. It was simply a matter of timing and perspective, what one saw.