Quotes About Wonder

I have said that Caleb and his poor Blind Daughter lived here. I should have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere else - in an enchanted home of Caleb's furnishing, where scarcity and shabbiness were not, and trouble never entered. Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.

Louisa, never wonder!' Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. Bring to me, says M'Choakumchild, yonder baby just able to walk, and I will engage that it will never wonder.

How beautiful can life be? We hardly dare imagine it.

Not far back into the foothills from Colorado Springs begins the Garden of the Gods — a wonderland fitly named. Here, walled in by rock-bound peaks, is a wild glen of 2000 acres, and in it, amid the murmuring pines, a hundred colossal towers and castles, pinnacles and battlements hewn by time from the deep red sandstone.

People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels.

We shall pick up an existence by its frogs.

Let your imagination take you wherever you want to be.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

Ladybugs all dressed in red Strolling through the flower bed. If I were tiny just like you I'd creep among the flowers too!

We talked this afternoon of worlds That herd within the sky; Of all the majesty and reach Of stellar space, till I Was grateful to the ladybug That crawled across my dress, Just for its foolish speckled back, And for its littleness.

Lady-bird! Lady-bird! pretty one, stay: Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay. With me shall no mischief betide thee; No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near: I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear, Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.

Reason has moons, but moons not hers Lie mirror'd on the sea, Confounding her astronomers, But, O! delighting me.

Warren Norvin Winslow, 1949

And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'Å"uvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it...

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, the October woods!

There are worlds in an opal.

Little Mary was visiting her grandmother in the country. Walking in the garden, she chanced to see a peacock, a bird she had never seen before. After gazing in silent admiration, she ran quickly into the house and cried out: "Oh, Granny, come and see! One of your chickens is in bloom."

Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains. There have been added, however, some grasp of the immensity of things, some purification of emotion by understanding.

He downed the shot and it hit him like a pillow fight. He felt gently bashed and full of wonder.