Quotes About Wonder

Man was made to hold his head erect in majesty and see the sky

Something that might have been a very hard and knobbly leg of mutton smote Lord Emsworth violently behind the ear:the sun was turned off at the main: the stars came out, many of them of a singular brightness.

ohmygod. did all hell just freeze over?

ohmygoodNESS!

thats a Zoey miracle

Seeing it makes a magnificent abstract concept real, and reality tends to taint even the most wonderful ideas [...] - Caradoc

I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.

I must say my heart leaped up, as Jeeves tells me his does when he beholds a rainbow in the sky.

If this is Upper Silesia, what on earth must Lower Silesia be like?

Love is the mystery of water and a star.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....

Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

If you should ask me where I've been all this time I have to say Things happen. I have to dwell on stones darkening the earth, on the river ruined in its own duration: I know nothing save things the birds have lost, the sea I left behind, or my sister crying. Why this abundance of places? Why does day lock with day? Why the dark night swilling round in our mouths? And why the dead?

Si todos los rios son dulces de donde saca sal el mar? If all rivers are sweet where does the sea get its salt?

Hay una estrella mas abierta que la palabra 'amapola'? Is there a star more wide open than the word 'poppy?

Let us look for secret things somewhere in the world, on the blue shore of silence or where the storm has passed, rampaging like a train...

III Tell me, is the rose naked or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots? Who hears the regrets of the thieving automobile? Is there anything in the world sadder than a train standing in the rain?

Under your ski the moon is alive.

Sol de Mar Yo encontre en Isla Negra un dia, un sol acostado en la arena, un sol centrifugo y central cubierto de dedos de oro y ventosas como alfileres. Recogi el sol enarenado y levantandolo a la luz lo compare con el del cielo. No se miraron, ni se vieron.

Y yo, mínimo ser, ebrio del gran vacío constelado, a semejanza, a imagen del misterio, me sentí parte pura del abismo, rodé con las estrellas, mi corazón se desató en el viento.