Quotes About Wonder

When you look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. You realize every moment in life is a miracle.

Children see magic, because they believe in real heroes that would save you.

Sometimes when I look at you. It amazes me that I see your beauty where no one else sees. But I do, and that sight becomes so beautiful and perfect.

Sometimes all we need is a little pixie dust. So we can live before we get too old.

Some days... are for dreaming.

If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that's why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is.

When you look upon the beauty of nature. You discover, Heaven is under our feet.

When you look upon the beauty of nature. You discover, Heaven is under your feet.

We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kindgom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.

And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind and O! then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O!O! in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lively! O so soft, sweet, soft!

What was after the universe? Nothing. But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began? It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything. [...] It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak. When would he be like the fellows in poetry and rhetoric?

Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset.

But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could.

Dress the pussy for her nighty and follow her piggytails up their way to Winkyland.

Hushkah, a horn! Gadolmagtog! God es El?

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I am the boy that can enjoy invisibility

He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.

often she wondered why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers laced behind my head, and wondered at the complexities and contradictions that must have existed in the earth's original clay when God first scooped it up in His palms.

when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

Many years back I gave up all claim to a rational view of the world and even avoided people who believed that the laws of physics and causality have any application when it comes to understanding the mysteries of creation or the fact that light can enter the eye and form an image in the brain and send a poetic tendril down the arm into a clutch of fingers that could write the Shakespearean sonnets.

Praise for JAMES LEE BURKE "James Lee Burke is the reigning champ of nostalgia noir." —The New York Times Book Review "A gorgeous prose stylist." —Stephen King "James Lee Burke is the heavyweight champ, a great American novelist whose work, taken individually or as a whole, is unsurpassed." —Michael Connelly "Burke's evocative prose remains a thing of reliably fierce wonder.

Then an event happened that caused him to wonder at the great folly that seemed to govern his life, namely, his attempts to plan and control his future. Most of the events that changed his life had taken place without his consent and at the time had seemed of little consequence. Our destiny didn't lie in the stars, he told himself, or even in our mettle. It lay in our ability to recognize a gift when it was placed in your hands.