Quotes About Wonder

I cannot imagine how the clockwork of the universe can exist without a clockmaker.

Is nature a gigantic cat? If so, who strokes its back?

I guess I had never bothered to consider that there might such a thing as a boy, but now that I had found one, I thought it was just about the most wonderful concept in the world. He smelled of mud and sugar and an animal I'd never scented before, and a faint meaty odor clung to his fingers, so I licked them.

O plunge your hands in water,Plunge them in up to the wrist;Stare, stare in the basinAnd wonder what you've missed.The glacier knocks in the cupboard,The desert sighs in the bed,And the crack in the tea cup opensA lane to the land of the dead.

Some alien blessingis on its way to us.

He had heard people speak contemptuously of money he wondered if they had ever tried to do without it.

I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay, He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

The way to read a fairy tale is to throw yourself in.

But round your image there is no fog, and the Earth can still astonish.

We cannot be deaf to the question: 'Do I love this world so well that I have to know how it ends?

O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed

I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything. The bare fact of existence paralyses me- holds my mind in mortmain. To be alive is so incredible that all I do is to lie still and merely breathe- like an infant on its back in a cot. It is impossible to be interested in anything in particular while overhead the sun shines or underneath my feet grows a single blade of grass.

You have to make time, even for something as universal as staring at the stars.

I am more than a little jealous that the wonder I am party to has been sprinkled over Salinger's gray head.

this is the white wind that you cannot believe here it is and the owl sails out to see whose turn it is tonight to be changed

If the poem has no obvious destination, there's a chance that we'll be all setting off on an interesting ride.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Now, the essence, the very spirit of Christmas is that we first make believe a thing is so, and lo, it presently turns out to be so.

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Christmas is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.

There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.