Quotes About Wonder

Beautiful things, as Matisse shows, always carry greetings from other worlds within them.

Cultivate admiration.

What are you, where did you come from, and whither are you bound?"— the question which from Homer's days has been put to the wayfarer in strange lands — is likewise the all-absorbing question which man is ever asking of the universe of which he is himself so tiny yet so wondrous a part.

The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty. As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they built! Or could live in them all. It's obvious, it stares you in the fact. There must be a God and he can't know anything about us.

It was like a journey into space. I was standing on Mars, knee-deep in thyme, under a sky that seemed never to have known dust or cloud.

Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea.

Trout are among those creatures who are one hell of a lot prettier than they need to be. They can get you to wondering about the hidden workings of reality.

To look out at this kind of creation out here and not believe in God is to me impossible.

Sometimes I feel as though I were a diver who had ventured a little beyond the limits of safe travel under the sea and had entered the strange zone where one is said to enjoy the rapture of the deep.

Garp drank the beer and wondered if everything was an anticlimax..

Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy.

There are few things as seemingly untouched by the real world as a child asleep.

You know what I love... everything.

Faith itself is a miracle

You can see why we children asked so many questions. It is a vague story, the kind parents prefer to tell.

Nowadays, of course, with the precautionary tests they take—especially with a woman Franny's age—they already know the sex of the child; or someone knows. Not Franny—she didn't want to know. Who wants to know such things in advance? Who doesn't know that half of pleasure lies in the wonder of anticipation?

won't they?

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify - so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of heroism. The pity is that we must wonder at it, as we should at finding a pearl in the rubbish.

Then felt I like like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Like stout Cortes when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent upon a peak in Darien

But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move my heart so potently?

Oh, sweet Fancy! Let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use (...) Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home

How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world impress a sense of its natural beauties on us … I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy.