Quotes About Wonder

How long could we remain true to the girls? How long could we keep their memory pure? As it was, we didn't know them any longer, and their new habits—of opening a window, for instance, to throw out a wadded paper towel—made us wonder if we had ever really known them, or if our vigilance had been only the fingerprinting of phantoms.

There's a kind of purity in that, the purity of childhood.

Butterflies are a lot like rainbows: They're phenomenally beautiful in real life, yet no graphic representation can do them justice; ergo, it's best to forgo.

But how come no one says anything to my face? I do dozens of events per year and I've met thousands of readers, and every single person I've ever encountered has been lovely. Why is that, I wonder? Am I more charming in person, or is it that face-to-face blunt-force-trauma honesty requires a modicum of courage?

you wonder if Amazon sells them because if they do then that's a sign from God, especially if there's a Buy with One Click button and somehow there's a cellular data connection even though you're driving past a field so it's definitely meant to be

Being six is the closest most of us will ever come to understanding what it's like to have a butler.

Necesita acercarse a los diferentes aspectos de su vida con una cualidad de niño - con la maravilla de un infante que cree que todo es posible.

There was a full moon. Two, thought Grace. One hovering in the sky above, the other flickering in the sea below. How lucky she was, to be suspended between two moons.

Before I had kids, I always found it funny how people would talk about their children like they were the cutest things on the planet and how every little thing they did was endlessly fascinating. Now that I've had kids, I can say with certainty that, my children really are the cutest things on this planet and every little thing they do is endlessly fascinating...

Then imagine with me a moment that God is not alone. It is possible that He presides over more than just man? There are a number of archeological wonders about the world leading one to believe that more than just mortal man and beast have walked this earth.

thinking that the world was like an orange, that I could split it open with my thumbnail and find a whole different world, the grown-up world, the secrets beneath the skin.

An empty space is a space for questions, not for answers. And what we don't know is infinite.

There is nothing better for a child than to grow up at the ends of the earth.

Thus, a godly man wonders at his cross that it is not more, a wicked man wonders his cross is so much:

When you look at fainted stars, you'll notice that they often appear brighter from the corner of your eye. Averted vision, we call it. Same with the answers you seek, you won't find them by staring until your eyes fall out. They'll come when you're look somewhere else.

They say talk is cheap. Maybe so. But kindness is even better—it's free! Free to give. Free to receive. Makes you wonder why there's not more of it, huh?

A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle To a double-e waterfall over my back

In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.

And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.

She taught me to revel. She taught me to wonder. She taught me to laugh. My sense of humor had always measured up to everyone else's; but timid introverted me, I showed it sparingly: I was a smiler. In her presence I threw back my head and laughed out loud for the first time in my life

Many girls have been romanced under the moon, and I don't mean to say moonlight is overrated, but few I think have known the magic of a sunrise kiss.

Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn's eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an effort to keep my balance lest I fall into them.

So, I said, when does the enchantment start? We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains. It started when the earth was born. Her eyes were closed. Her face was golden in the setting sun. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.

Love makes its own magic.