Quotes About Wonder

Paul says it well: "It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me" (Gal. 2:20). I don't think that we talk about this enough. I don't think that we celebrate this reality enough. I don't think we let our hearts consider the wonder of this identity enough. By grace, we are the temple of the Most High God. By grace, he lives in us. By grace, his power is at our disposal.

The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder. G. K. CHESTERTON

Should we find a second form of life right here on our doorstep, we could be confident that life is a truly cosmic phenomenon. If so, there may well be sentient beings somewhere in the galaxy wondering, as do we, if they are not alone in the universe.

I array the moonlit ceiling with a mosaic of question-marks; How was it I was so lucky to have ever met you?

words must respect the Mystery and never idolatrously take its place.

Life is Magic....whether we realize it or not

Think of some part of nature that you love - a particular forest, say. Do you expect the forest to love you back? Does it worry you that the forest cannot love you back? Does it make you love the forest any the less?

Children are born pantheists. They see reality unshaped by culture or language. The whole world seems divine to them, full of mystery and power.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would become religious overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead the stars come out every night, and we watch television.

Think of how strange the colours and sights of the world would be for a blind man abruptly made to see or a man deaf from birth hearing the playing of a hundred flutes

One day something will come through that will amaze us all.

a flash of silver just below the surface.

I brought you eyewitness reports about Jesus' healings and the phenomenon of raising the dead, and you only opened your bag of logical tricks and came up with some threadbare explanation which was far more fantastic than the event it was supposed to explain.

You're crackers." "Marvelous isn't it? I find it's the only way to be.

Where are we going?" Tony said. "Somewhere wonderful," Unlikely Worlds said.

I liked being adrift in symbols, beauty for beauty's sake.

I think it was this curiosity about the natural world which awoke my early interest in science.

Sometimes Anatole wonders just where the elusive point is, where you stop being sane.

There's always people looking the other way when the miracles take place, people who want only a good night's sleep when the stars are dancing, comets falling, the angels leaning low out of midnight with their trumpets, their cantatas of longing.

There was no denying it. Boys grabbed him. Their loveliness tore him apart. The world was a wonder after all.

He wondered if he'd completely lost his mind, but then figured that people who'd gone insane never wondered if they'd gone insane.

As children we accept magic as a normal part of life. Everything seems rooted in it, everything conspires in magic terms.

Astonishment is the root of philosophy.

Every man expects some miracle — either from his mind or from his body or from someone else or from events.