Quotes About Wonder

Can we ever hope for a Natural History with colored plates that will show us how the world appears to the faceted eyes of a dragon-fly?

Fantasy is often better than reality. It's much more inspiring not to go to places than to go.

She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Be a Samurai. Because you just never know what's behind the freaking sky.

Hope is the real magic, child.

It was the first time either of them had ever held another's hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined - as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.

Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn't need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

Once upon a time, a girl went to see a monster menagerie where all the exhibits were dead.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

She tasted of fairytales

The way he looked at her, she felt like some kind of miracle, as though his dreamer's eyes cast her in their glow of wonder.

I don't believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

EVERYTHING IS A MIRACLE. IT IS A MIRACLE THAT ONE DOES NOT MELT IN ONE'S BATH. —PICASSO

Dream up something wild and improbable. Something beautiful and full of monsters. -Beautiful and full of monsters? -All the best stories are.

I write because, as wonderful as life is - and it is truly wonderful - it isn't enough. It does not, for example, contain dragons. I find this unsatisfactory. So I read. And I write.

He didn't think like other people. He didn't dismiss magic out of hand, and he didn't believe that fairy tales were just for children. He knew magic was real, because he'd felt it

Well, I'm no alchemist," Lazlo said, affable. "You know me, Strange the dreamer, head in the clouds." He paused and added with a grin, "Miracles for breakfast.

He had crossed continents and drunk starlight from rivers without names. There was no going back from that.

Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own.

This, he never doubted, was magic.

A substance so far beyond their ken that they might have been carrion birds pecking at the eyes of god.

All evening long, real snow would fall from the ceiling to glitter on the lashes of dancing girls and ardent boys, but Neve and the Dreamer didn't linger. They had other things to do: *all* of them. All the things, dreamed and undreamed, in the depth and breadth of the whole spinning world.

Once you know magic is real, it's really hard to remember what it was like not to know.