Quotes About Wonder

I hadn't been hanging around a knight errant for three years without learning that impossible things can happen, if you're willing to throw common sense in the air and try .

Get bored is not allowed! -Eloise Age 6

Getting bored is not allowed! -Eloise Age 6

I wonder what I've married into," Morgan Williams says. But really, this is just something Morgan says; some men have a habitual sniffle, some women have a headache, and Morgan has this wonder.

He does not even hate Francis Weston, any more than you hate a biting midge; you just wonder why it was created.

Cromwell, suppose you'd been away from England for seven years? If you'd been like a knight in a story, lying under an enchantment? You would look around you and wonder, who are they, these people?

by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!

You feel nauseous, from the sticky heat and what you know of human nature, and you wonder why you have come. But you have been told that a man must go at least once in his life, or he won't believe it when other people tells him what went on.

Rose had the sort of eyes that manage perfectly well with things close by, but entirely blur out things far away. Because of this even the brightest stars had only appeared as silvery smudges in the darkness. In all her life, Rose had never properly seen a star. Tonight there was a sky full. Rose looked up, and it was like walking into a dark room and someone switching on the universe.

Humans cannot fly, but they can get the flying feeling. All they need to do is go out at night into a wild storm where the thunder roars like applause and the lightning throws itself in daggers of light at your bare feet and you suddenly find you are not afraid.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and the stars. Gaze at the beauty of the Earth's greenings. Now, think.

Do fairies have tails? More than that, do fairies even exist? Nobody knows for sure. So this guild is like them, an eternal mystery, an eternal adventure.

You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park south?That little lake?By any chance you happen to know where they go?The ducks,When it gets all frozen over?

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

In Faerie, there are no fish sticks, no ketchup, no television.

What do they do?" I ask. He laughs. "They are beautiful - isn't that enough?

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

Okay kid," she told it. "The universe belongs to the curious.

The universe belongs to the curious.

None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.

Oooooooh,' says Jack, correctly interpreting my silence for a confession. 'Is he your lover? Is this a ballad we're in?' 'A murder ballad maybe,' I growl. 'No doubt, by the end,' he says. 'I wonder who will survive to compose it.

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

Will you tell me about the constellations?' I asked him. 'I thought you didn't like me,' he said. 'I can pretend,' I told him. 'For one night.

I laugh again. Honestly, I don't know why I laughed so infrequently before. Everything is marvellous and ridiculous.