Quotes About Wonder

When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

He looked in wonder at angry people, wonder and uneasiness, as normal people look at the insane.

Suddenly summoned to witness something great and horrendous, we keep fighting not to reduce it to our own smallness.

How many more, I must ask myself, such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?

He imagines the plane exploding as it touches down, ignited by one of its glints, in a ball of red flame shadowed in black like you see on TV all the time, and he is shocked to find within himself, imagining this, not much emotion, just a cold thrill at being a witness, a kind of bleak wonder at the fury of chemicals, and relief that he hadn't been on the plane himself but was instead safe on this side of the glass, with his faint pronged sense of doom.

We all rather live under wraps, don't we? We hardly ever really open ourselves to the loveliness around us. Yet there it is, every day, going on and on, whether we look at it or not. Such a splendid waste, isn't it?

All kind of marvelous things go on. I don't see how anyone who has looked, and seen, can do ought but say, 'where I stand, wherever I stand, I am on holy ground.

If you can believe, you will see many miracles.

The marvelous Maker!

What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?

Faith is the best ingredient for miracles.

You can't grasp the wonderful and keep your feet on the ground.

To be held in his armsI long for that dayThe da that I get to seemore wonderful things

We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album?

The magic of a jewel and the mystery of a book never end!

Blessed be childhood which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

Children are the true connoisseurs. What's precious to them has no price - only value.

The world needs fantasy, not reality. We have enough reality today

The eye and fantasy feel more attracted by nebulous distance than by that which is close and distinct in front of us.

Children do live in fantasy and reality; they move back and forth very easily in a way we no longer remember how to do.

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

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real, for a moment at least, that long magic moment before we wake.

It's an amazing thing to be able to fall into the world of your childhood fantasy.

Every island to a child is a treasure island.