Quotes About Wonder

I liked watching the baby make fists.

I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these diminutive mortals, who

However, in my thoughts I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these diminutive mortals, who durst venture to mount and walk upon my body, while one of my hands was at liberty, without trembling at the very sight of so prodigious a creature as I must appear to them.

Qual não foi o meu espanto quando enxerguei uma figurinha humana que pouco mais teria de seis polegadas, empunhando um arco e uma flecha, e com uma aljava às costas!

The world is like that -- incomprehensible and full of surprises .

O amor não se prova, nem se mede. É como Gabriela. Existe, isso basta - falou João Fulgêncio. - O facto de não se compreender ou explicar uma coisa não acaba com ela. Nada sei das estrelas, mas as vejo no céu, são a beleza da noite.

O amor não se prova, nem se mede. É como Gabriela. Existe, isso basta. O fato de não compreender ou explicar uma coisa não acaba com ela. Nada sei das estrelas, mas as vejo no céu, são a beleza da noite.

Yo siempre me habia imaginado el paraiso bajo la especie de una biblioteca.

Being an agnostic means all things are possible, even God, even the Holy Trinity. This world is so strange that anything may happen, or may not happen. Being an agnostic makes me live in a larger, a more fantastic kind of world, almost uncanny. It makes me more tolerant.

They seek neither truth nor likelihood; they seek astonishment. They think metaphysics is a branch of the literature of fantasy

The metaphysicians of Tlön are not looking for truth, nor even for an approximation of it; they are after a kind of amazement.

Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.

how strange it is. For perfect things in poetry do not seem strange; they seem inevitable. And so we hardly thank the writer for his pains.

I, that used to figure Paradise In the guise of a library

Scattered through the ordinary world, there are books and artifacts and perhaps people who are like doorways into impossible realms, of impossible and contradictory truth.

I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood.

What will my redeemer be like? I wonder. Will he be a bull or a man? Will he perhaps be a bull with the face of a man? Or will he be like me?

The magnetized mountain and the genie who swore to kill his benefactor are—who would deny it?—marvelous, but not so much more than the morning itself and the mere fact of being.

Tanr?sal bir çiçeÄŸin ya da düÅŸüncedeki bir çiçeÄŸin, geleceÄŸin çiçeÄŸi olmas?, güncel zamanda atomlar? henüz birleÅŸmemiÅŸ ve farkl? yerlerde bulunan çeliÅŸkili bir çiçek olmas? daha da inan?lmaz.

De chico, yo solía maravillarme de que las letras de un volumen cerrado no se mezclaran y perdieran en el decurso de la noche.

Por el acorde que no hemos oído, por los versos que no nos encontraron (su número es el número de la arena), por el inexplorado universo.

Quieres ver lo que no vieron ojos humanos? Mira la luna. ¿Quieres oír lo que los oídos no oyeron? Oye el grito del pájaro. ¿Quieres tocar lo que no tocaron las manos? Toca la tierra.

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