Quotes About Wonder

To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me

In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence.

I'm aware of the mystery around us, so I write about coincidences, premonitions, emotions, dreams, the power of nature, magic.

I had seen a herd of elephant traveling through dense native forest… pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.

It is not foolish to ask a question of the world. We of Vlar-rei make songs or our questions. It is only foolish to want answers.

Have you not wondered at the coincidences and chances in your life? Have you not felt that there were great forces at work about you – forces for good and for great ill? Have you not felt the purpose in your life burning?

I thought of the transcendent beauty of the first panel, and tried to understand how the ability to create such wondrous beauty could have become so perverted, so destructive. With power, my mind whispered.

Who knows where a cat goes?" he said philosophically.

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

Don't ask where the rest of this book is!" It is a shrill cry that comes from an undefined spot among the shelves. "All books continue in the beyond...

Something must always remain that eludes us ... For power to have an object on which it can be exercised, a space in which to stretch out its arms ... As long as I know there exists in the world someone who does tricks only for the love of the trick, as long as I know there is a woman who loves reading for reading's sake, I can convince myself that the world continues ... And every evening I, too, abandon myself to reading, like that distant unknown woman ....

La fantasia è un posto dove ci piove dentro.

The moment that counts most for me is the one that precedes reading. At times a title is enough to kindle in me the desire for a book that perhaps does not exist.

There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence.

There: the white butterfly has crossed the whole valley, and from the reader's book has flown here, to light on the page I am writing.

Bir kentte hayran kald???n ?ey onun yedi ya da yetmi? yedi harikas? de?il, senin ona sordu?un bir soruya verdi?i yan?tt?r.

Fantasy is a place where it rains.

E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo.

I had seen much more than that, I had visited the world of the things that could have been, and I couldn't drive it from my mind. And I had known the beauty kept prisoner in the heart of that world, the beauty lost for me and for all of us, and I had fallen in love with it.

or else we contemplated the stars beyond the Moon, big as pieces of fruit, made of light, ripened on the curved branches of the sky, and everything exceeded my most luminous hopes ...

Aquella mañana en Dorotea sentí que no había bien que no pudiera esperar de la vida. En los años siguientes mis ojos volvieron a contemplar las extensiones del desierto y las rutas de las caravanas; pero ahora sé que éste es solo uno de los tantos caminos que se me abrían aquella mañana en Dorotea. ( Ciudad: Dorotea)

You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.

Polo: "You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours." Khan: "Or the question it asks you, forcing you to answer, like Thebes through the mouth of the Sphinx.

Al ver a veces a mi hermano perderse en un viejo nogal inmenso, como en un palacio de muchos pisos e innumerables estancias, me entraban ganas de imitarlo, de ir a vivir allá arriba; tal es la fuerza y la seguridad que ese árbol pone en ser árbol, su obstinación en ser pesado y duro, que se le nota incluso en sus hojas.