Quotes About Wonder

I am in an altogether new world now. I can think of nothing more wonderful. It is a real touch of all that heaven means.

An autumn breeze, a string of words, a star-filled sky— all are poetry.

The creative plane is pure magic, pure adventure, pure freedom.

I always love the way everyone else seems to know what God is thinking. To me, it's more of a mystery.

This is one of the chief differences between a child's experience of a favorite book and an educated adult's. For the adult, a book may be a work of art, possibly a very great one, but for the child reader, certain books are universes. If we are lucky, we retain some of that capacity to be immersed in a story.

Keep your eyes open, dear. Magic is around us all the time, but if we're not looking, we miss it." . . . "But, Gali, what if you're looking for magic, but you still can't find any?" "Why, then, you make your own magic, Coco.

Cuando tuvo ante sus ojos ese dedo sobrante que era objeto de asombro, no pensó ni por un momento que se tratara de un defecto; por el contrario, lo entendió como ganancia para ese ser venido al mundo con un pequeño don adicional. Sabía bien que toda rareza es prodigio y que todo prodigio trae su significado.

We can all look up and say,. okay, there's the South Star,. there's the Big Dogpile, there's the Little Dipshit. Twinkle, twinkle.

I'd rather tell you about a new horse, a forest of glass, and a long good night.

I also wonder what it would be like to meet Jesus, and how I'm going to die.

As I watched that single thread of lightning billow through the water above me like the aurora borealis, I imagined the heavy cord of time stretching away from me in the water like the hard, thick rope on a great ship.

What a strange goblin God must be

When people began singing again, instead of trying to see the woman, Chiaretta looked at the air in front of the voice, trying to understand how something invisible could be so beautiful.

We started out to see some of Paris on foot with him, stopping at the famous Café de la Paix, where you were supposed to see everyone you knew if you just sat there long enough. To sit at a sidewalk café having coffee or a drink – the sound and sight of France all around. The Champs-Elysées was incredible – the chestnut trees – how could one city attain such perfection? Who had dreamed it up? Who had made it all come true? I wanted to see every corner of it.

There is always the fear that a wonder of the world can't live up to expectations. Not so. The Taj Mahal was breathtakingly beautiful – if anything, better even than I'd been told. Beauty like that is too dazzling to be imagined.

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent what seems like my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Not for the first time, I wonder what it would feel like that, to be so beautiful that you don't even realize people are watching you, to be so confident that you don't even have to worry about being nervous or feeling self-conscious. I've spent my whole life trying to pretend I'm that way. What would it be like to have it just come naturally?

Cake is one of life's great wonders, and who would deny wonder to a child?

Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt, or whether, graciously, my doubt is riddled with faith. And yet I continue to live in a world the way a religious person lives in the world; I keep living in a world that I know to be enchanted, and not left alone. I doubt; I am uncertain; I am restless, prone to wander. And yet glimmers of holy keep interrupting my gaze.

but that is how the clues God leaves sometimes work. Sometimes nothing comes of them. Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along. Sometimes you wonder, how did I miss it? Surely any idiot should have been able to see from the second chapter that it was Miss Scarlet in the conservatory with the rope.

Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can't always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.

There's something strange about this big pink bunny...

You will love the ocean. It makes you feel so... I don't know. Small, but not in a bad way. Small because you realize you're part of something bigger.

You're saying the mysteries are worth examining, even if they're too big to be understood. That maybe they're bound to be too big to understand, but that doesn't take anything away from them, and in fact just adds to their beauty.