Quotes About Wonder

The Incorrigible Land, and Lumawoo, Too.

and Lumawoo, too?

Simawoo," Cassiopeia chanted absently as she drew. "Simawoo, Simawoo, Simahwooooooo

los seres humanos vibran a 570 billones de veces por segundo, número que excede a la imaginación y revela un increíble y maravilloso potencial oculto.

Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here?

Richard Dawkins lamented,9 we think that our kids need to have "fun, fun, fun" rather than, say, experience wonder or interest (they are not the same thing) when going to school or a museum.

Each beat of your heart is a small miracle, you know, so don't get carried away.

Siempre se produce un momento patético pero agradable en el que pienso que mis sueños pueden hacerse realidad. En ese momento creo en lo imposible.

Il doit rester quelques rêves d'enfant cachés sous mon oreiller, je tenterais de ne pas les écraser avec ma tête lourde de soucis d'adulte.

La cascara del huevo se agrieta y aparece la pequeña cantante, con el cuerpo cubierto de plumas rojas. La sostengo entre el pulgar y el índice, tengo miedo de aplastarla y, al mismo tiempo, de que se vaya volando.

Son las doce y diez de la noche, y hay un gigante en mi garaje.

Cette nuit je vais grimper à la lune, m'installer dans le croissant comme dans un hamac et je n'aurais absolument pas besoin de dormir pour rêver

Cette nuit, je vais grimper la lune, m'installer dans le croissant comme dans un hamac et je n'aurai absolument pas besoin de dormir pour rêver.

Love is the 8th wonder of the world.

A rough sea!Stretched out over SadoThe Milky Way.

Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the flood of its sweet scent.

Come, let's go snow-viewing till we're buried.

Skylark sings all day, and day not long enough.

Not knowing The name of the tree, I stood in the flood Of its sweet smell.

I don't know which tree it comes from, that fragrance.

He wondered how his nana always found beautiful where he never even thought to look.

Life, he realized, was a profoundly complicated thing. It was filled with awe and wonder and beauty, but it was also filled with heartbreak and loneliness. Maybe that was what made it so precious. You could never know what to expect next, or who might step into or out of your world. And the truth was that we were all navigating the mystery together.

I've loved science fiction ever since I was a little kid, mainly from looking at the covers of science-fiction magazines and books, and I've read quite extensively as an adult.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.