Quotes About Wonder

Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them.

Some of the most beautiful and fulfilling things in life are often things that we have very little understanding of.

There's nothing ugly, everything and everyone is beautiful. Beauty is all around us but not everyone sees it.

As knowledge increases, wonder deepens.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled--- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.

Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born.

Some wonder why things happen, some figure out why things happen, and some wonder why things always happen to them.

Life is a miraculous process, and you just arent calling it that. Youre calling it 'Tuesday'.

Once again, I wished that someone else were there on the island. Not to commiserate now, but to cherish him with me. I would say, Look, can you believe it? We have come through the rocks and winds. I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

had never thought of having children, but looking at him, for a moment I could imagine it. As if I peered into a well and far below glimpsed a flash of water.

It was one of my favorite things about him, how he admired the world like a jewel, turning its facets to catch the light. A

we were only twelve, too young to brood.

I had never thought of having children, but looking at him, for a moment I could imagine it. As if I peered into a well and far below glimpsed a flash of water.

i could not stop imagining how it would end

The thing is, the world is an amazing place, really. We are the ones who have trivialized everything, we are the ones who have stripped the magic from the world and left it a terribly mundane sort of place.

Every day you awaken, the day before you is a mystery, that is the mystery of life -Maggie Bayliss

Lisa said it sounded like magic!

I stopped smugly repeating 'Everything that can be thought at all can be thought clearly' and wondered anew, can everything be thought

But is there really such a thing as nothing, as nothingness? I don't now. I know we're still here, who knows for how long, ablaze with our care, its ongoing song.

or stays up all night watching colored shadows drift across the walls? At times I have done all of these things, but not in service of science, nor of philosophy, not even of poetry.

How could all the shreds of blue garbage bags stuck in brambles, or the bright blue tarps flapping over every shanty and fish stand in the world be, in essence, the fingerprints of god? I will try to explain this.

Why is the sky blue?" - A fair enough question, and one I have learned the answer to several times. Yet every time I try to explain it to someone or remember it to myself, it eludes me. Now I like to remember the question alone, as it reminds me that my mind is essentially a sieve, that I am mortal.

Why would she ever want to behold anything else, when she could be taking in the sight of Susanna's ears, like the pale folds of roses, the winglike sweep of her tiny eyebrows, the dark hair, which clings to her crown as if painted there with a brush? There is nothing more exquisite to her than her child: the world could not possibly contain a more perfect being, anywhere, ever.