Quotes About Wonder

Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.

The moon was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known... And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.

Whatever else astronomy may or may not be who can doubt it to be the most beautiful of the sciences?

The stars were mingled with my dreams...

How bright and beautiful a comet is as it flies past our planet — provided it does fly past it.

Under the stars, the world is a different place.

I rest in rainbows and I nest in clouds I'd live in raindrops if only I knew how

With all your science can you tell how it is, and whence it is, that light comes into the soul?

Our souls are infinitely swirling colors of stardust and hope.

...is it not kin of the human family with its roots in the earth and its arms stretching toward the sky as if to seek and to know the great mystery?

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

I swim down through liquid green heavens, down through the poem of the sea.

Beach air is magical.

I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser's peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day.

With innovation and technology, seems we have forgotten to cherish the true beauty the world has to offer.

What if when you die, they ask "How was heaven?"

nose in books, head in clouds

...all which we behold Is full of blessings...

I could see the moon a million times and it would never lose its magic. You could kiss me in a billion ways, every last one would be romantic.

As to the sea itself, love it you cannot. Why should you? I will never believe again the sea was ever loved by anyone whose life was married to it. It is the creation of Omnipotence, which is not of humankind and understandable, and so the springs of its behavior are hidden.

There comes a moment in all travel when you know that you have really started. It may be weeks before you start or weeks after you have started; it is a spiritual emotion, a turning towards the future with an eager heart...

I mean seeing the Elgin marbles this morning gave me the same feeling and I didn't know, don't know whether I'm in Rome or Paris. I mean the Louvre and the British Museum hold one together, keep one from going to bits.

Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.