Quotes About Wonder

The world was out there waiting to be explored—and not just waiting, but wanting to be explored. So why in heaven's name shouldn't I investigate every nook and cranny?

Lauren Myracle

there's something strange about that giant pink rabbit …

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

They cleared swiftly, dramatically, like a stage set or a movie; we went from black to stunning blue, the day emerging at once wet and crisp, the trees dripping jewels, the flowers drunk on drinking, their heads lolling with dizzy delight, rivulets etched into our earth, showing us which way the rain ran, downhill, of course, heading, all water, straight for our yet-to-be-pond.

How could someone possibly be that beautiful? She wondered for the hundred thousandth time. What higher power orchestrated such a perfect union of genes? Who decided that one single solitary soul deserved skin like that? It was so fundamentally unfair.(Chasing Harry Winston)

Things turn up in strange places all the time. For example library books, which possess a disconcerting ability to move from place to place, seemingly of their own volition.

Was it any wonder that the ship, with all its filth and noise and

Magellan could only have marveled at the speed with which his plan to reach the Spice Islands had come together.

I have found here a new world richer and greater than that of Vasco da Gama," he wrote.

giant egg of light,

It' doesn't care whether you go to church or not. 'It' doesn't care whether you join a religion of not. 'It' is a mystery that comes and goes as 'It' wishes, and when 'It' wishes.

Don't believe in miracles - depend on them.

Modern man has lost the sense of wonder about the unknown and he treats it as an enemy.

And there is an extraordinarily angry and aggressive quality in the knowledge of modern man; he is angry with what he does not know; he hates and rejects it. He has lost the sense of wonder about the unknown and he treats it as an enemy.

For a giddy moment Olivia wondered how that young man's pay was entered into the palace housekeeping ledger. His Highness's First Orderly of the Stool? Royal Stepping-stoolie?

For her the magic was not what words had been, but what they were capable of: their ability to sketch, with one sweeping brushstroke, the contours of an experience, the form of a feeling. How they could make the effable effable, how they could never be fully unraveled, it held infinite mysteries and wonders and sometimes all you could do was stand agape, rubbing your eyes, trying to see properly.

Children are a place

Everything, she noticed, seemed capable of transmogrification. Even the two boulders in the backyard sometimes turned to silver in the early morning sunlight. In the books she read, every stream might be a river god, every tree a dryad in disguise, every old woman a powerful fairy, every pebble an enchanted soul. Anything had the potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

She was always doing that, telling him stories. Prying open cracks for magic to seep in, making the world a place of possibility.

when Marilyn had leaned over his desk and kissed him, this beautiful honey-haired girl, when she came into his arms and then into his bed, James could not quite believe it. The first afternoon they'd spent together, in his tiny whitewashed studio apartment, he marveled at how her body fit so perfectly against his: her nose nestled exactly into the hollow between his collarbones; her cheek curved to match the side of his neck. As if they were two halves of a mold.

He never completed the sentence, but in his imagined future, he floated away, untethered.

Later, when Moody saw the finished photos, he thought at first that Pearl looked like a delicate fossil, something caught for millennia in the skeleton belly of a prehistoric beast. Then he thought she looked like an angel resting with her wings spread out behind her. And then, after a moment, she looked simply like a girl asleep in a lush green bed, waiting for her lover to lie down beside her.

Lydia—so long enthralled by the dreams of others—could not yet imagine what that might be, but suddenly the universe glittered with possibilities.