Quotes About Wonder

There are some who have actually looked upon the Atman, and understood It, in all Its wonder. Others can only speak of It as wonderful beyond their understanding. Others know of Its wonder by hearsay. And there are others who are told about It and do not understand a word.

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It seemed poison had been poured into wonder's own decanter.

Tir hoila ishrahoi, coi ri pirith mutoi'on; Tir miyil oitossi, kun ri mursal arilil hi; Tirsa hir'gingall vo'is?

he now knew with certainty that the world was hollowed of its wonder by knowledge and travel, that when one stripped away the mysteries, its dimensions collapsed rather than bloomed.

I dreamed about melons that night. I dreamed that a casaba melon grew in our front yard. Grew and grew and grew. Bigger than our house. Something startled me out of my melon dream. I fumbled for my alarm clock. One A.M. Then I heard a howl. A low, mournful howl. Outside the house. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window.

Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.

It's not just a miracle; it's a miracle with chocolate. Best kind.

Bryn ate her bagel in silence, and by the time she was finished, Liam had already neatly packed her overnight bag and loaded it in MacAllister's car. He even included a new dog bed for Mr. French to travel in confort. Lunch was in moducal little boxes. I think he is Alfred. Actually, I often wonder if he's Batman.

Someday, the stars will reach back.

Y si eres tan lista como pareces, deberías saber que es una estupidez creer que la ciencia lo resuelve todo. A veces suceden cosas. Cosas que la física o las mates o esa mierda que se mide en el laboratorio no puede explicar. Las personas no pueden reducirse mediante leyes o principios, Claire. Son... chispas. Chispas de algo hermoso y formidable. Y algunas chispas brillan más que otras

smoke rose from my hand as it pressed against the white painted door

Things happen. Things that physics and math and crap that gets measured in a lab can't explain. People aren't just laws and rules, Claire. They're... sparks. Sparks of something beautiful and huge. And some sparks glow brighter

Eventually man, too, found his way back to the sea. Standing on its shores, he must have looked out upon it with wonder and curiosity, compounded with an unconscious recognition of his lineage. He could not physically re-enter the ocean as the seals and whales had done. But over the centuries, with all the skill and ingenuity and reasoning powers of his mind, he has sought to explore and investigate even its most remote parts, so that he might re-enter it mentally and imaginatively.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder without any such gift from the fairies, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.

For most of us, knowledge of our world comes largely through sight, yet we look about with such unseeing eyes that we are partially blind. One way to open your eyes to unnoticed beauty is to ask yourself, What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?

Life is a miracle beyond our comprehension, and we should reverence it even where we have to struggle against it. . . .

drink in the beauty and wonder at the meaning of what you see.

Many children... delight in the small and inconspicuous.

The lasting pleasures of contact with the natural world are not reserved for scientists but are available to anyone who will place himself under the influence of earth, sea, and sky and their amazing life.

If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against the boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from the sources of our strength.

If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder . . . he [or she] needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.

What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?