Quotes About Wonder

They say every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things. There is only the present and nothing to remember.

What could he know at two months old, head like a question mark?

They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things. There is only the present and nothing to remember

A book is like magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it, you step through.

I can understand how it is that city-dwellers, who see only walls and streets and crimes, have so little religion. But I cannot understand how those who live in the country, and the solitary especially, can be lacking in faith. How is it that their souls are not raised in ecstasy a hundred times a day to the Author of the wonders that strike their eyes?

Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought, bending to pick it up. It was sort of a bundle. She began to untie it.

But that was what made things so exciting--nothing was ever how you expected it to be.

What are those?

why this world, which was so full of beauty and wonder, had to also be so full of horrors.

What must the ancient world have been like, she wondered, with all these strange things moving around in it? Was it wonderful or terrible?

She could not understand why this world, which was so full of beauty and wonder, had to also be so full of horrors.

Just look at it!

The tree burst into color and we all gasped at the red, yellow, green, white and the blue lights boldly growing in the cold night, the only lights for miles around in the inmense darkness of the range.

It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.

I am - since I was a child - curious about everything. I like to look at how things work and why people are the way they are.

This is truly marvelous work full of mystery, nostalgia, joy, The Color of Whimsy.

And those Texas sunsets... I work a lot in Africa: Texas and Africa have the best sunsets on the planet, that I've ever seen.

I didn't love stickers and unicorns and stuff, but just if I were to ride on the back of a beast to work, I want it to be a frickin' unicorn.

I think on some level, you do your best things when you're a little off-balance, a little scared. You've got to work from mystery, from wonder, from not knowing.

I don't know of any good work of art that doesn't have a mystery.

I like the idea that my work isn't intended only for the Earth, but for the entire Universe.

I like to work with children because their way of reacting to the world is simple, and they are innocent.

Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

It's alarming how quickly people adjust to adventures when they are in one. You really have to work at being astonished by life.