Quotes About Wonder

Beautiful and full of monsters?" "All the best stories are.

thakrar (THAH·krahr) noun The precise point on the spectrum of awe at which wonder turns to dread, or dread to wonder.

Like a star in the cupped hands of night.

Strange the dreamer - library stowaway and scholar of fairy tales - had never been thirstier, or more full of wonder.

He listened the way a cactus drinks rain—every word a precious drop in a world frugal with wonder.

Her thoughts had flown outward darting and dipping with the hummingbird moths that flocked by the thousands over head, as she wondered, with a wild, timpani heart where her angel had gone.

Hope is the real magic,

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

thakrar noun - The precise point of the spectrum of awe at which wonder turns to dread, or dread to wonder. Archaic; from the estatic priestesses of Thakra, worshippers of the seraphim, whose ritual dance expressed the dualism of beauty and terror.

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar... We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?

well, Mik doesn't sigh or lean, and his eyes are fully open like something awesome might happen at any time

Life doesn't need magic to be magical.

What power could bruise the sky? Melliel

The blade glinted its descent, and Akiva fell forward on his hands. He was shredded, empty. Love, peace, wonder: gone. Hope, humanity: gone. All that remained was vengeance.

Como si aquel lugar fuera un cuento dedicado a ella.

She was, he was sure, something else entirely.

Hoppet är den verkliga magin (s. 363).

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

She had often thought of Anne Frank, who had stuffed her short life with so much wonder, while here she was, having been granted many more years, just going through the motions like she was a ten-penny wind-up doll.

But could she see things clear like you can? Could she see straight through you? See through your hair and skin to your blood and bones? Did she ever give your cheek a lick to see how you tasted and tell what you would become? Did she have a scar on her chest like a door? Did she ever leave you for long periods? Did a squirrel ever come and sit on her shoulder and whisper in her ear?

This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of the cradle we forget how soundly we had been slumbering, and how delightful were our dreams. Toil and pleasure contend for us almost the instant we rise from it: and weariness follows whichever has carried us away. We stop awhile, look around us, wonder to find we have completed the circle of existence, fold our arms, and fall asleep again.

He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

Come with me," she said. "Stay with me. Be with me. See everything with me. I have traveled the world and seen so much, but there is so much more, and no one I would rather see it with than you. I would go everywhere and anywhere with you, Jem Carstairs.