Quotes About Wonder

I used to look up at night and dream of the solar system. I know, I know—who didn't? But your own dreams seem so special, so terribly yours, until you grow up and figure out they're just like everyone else's. How perfect and beautiful and silent and dead each planet hung in my heart! All nine names, written in squiggly, shaky handwriting, glowing inside me.

I shall not be afraid of anything I haven't even seen yet. If Fairyland-Below is a terrible place, well, I shall feel sorry for it. But it might be a wonderful place! Just because the wild striped cats don't know what diamonds are doesn't mean they're vicious; it just means they have wildcat sorts of wants and wealth and ways of thinking, and perhaps I could learn them and be a little wilder and cattier and stripier myself.

Did everything that had magic have teeth?

In future days you will call John Mandeville a liar, and my shade will laugh at you and say: true, true, I was, but not always, not so. When the world was good enough in my sight, when it behaved as wildly and gorgeously as I always knew it could, I told the truth of it.

Everything looks like magic when you don't understand it.

Where once September seemed merely and quietly odd, staring out the window during Mathematics lectures and reading big colorful books under her desk during Civics, now the other children sensed something wild and foreign about her.

They found themselves striding into the herald's square of a place called Mercutio before they could discuss whether it was nightingales or sparrows that sang so prettily in the woods.

A child equals the mass of Fairyland times the speed of luck squared.

Sometimes, magic is like that. It lands on your head like a piano, a stupid, ancient, unfunny joke, and you spend the rest of your life picking sharps and flats out of your hair.

I think this is very strange --" "All things are strange which are worth knowing (...).

She still longed for the best heights of magic, to see dragons and mermaids, to see the naked world.

The Heart of Fairyland is a story

Pausing to listen to an airplane in the sky, stooping to watch a ladybug on a plant, sitting on a rock to watch the waves crash over the quayside — children have their own agendas and timescales. As they find out more about their world and their place in it, they work hard not to let adults hurry them. We need to hear their voices.

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

The gods never meant you to live forever, so why spoil they life they did give you? Is a rainbow any less beautiful because it's short-lived? Or because you can't grasp hold of it? Consider, man. Perhaps it is beautiful expressly because of that.

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!

Glory be to God for dappled things.

After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.

I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as I pass And at the basket that I bear, Where in a newly-drawn green litter Sweet flowers I carry, -- sweets for bitter. Lilies I shew you, lilies none, None in Caesar's gardens blow, -- And a quince in hand, -- not one Is set, because their buds not spring; Spring not, 'cause world is wintering....

All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

Uit het kafee gekomen, zagen we dat de Maan er weer prima bijstond Zo lief, zo rood, zo vol, maar ook zo laag: een kwestie van een trapleer of op iemands schouder staan, meer niet.

Belangstelling is wel een van de beste eigenschappen van de mens, deze wonderlijke aardbewoner.

La pluralità dei dettagli dell'esistenza diventa un mistero nel momento in cui la curiosità ne allarga i confini naturali.