Quotes About Awe

Faced with an excess of beauty the mind can often only drink.

The world, simply enough, became as beautiful as it does to many children waking on a summer morning.

We could have touched the stars. Instead, you brought them to us. We didn't have to seek the heavens when we had you here with us now.

the most beautiful things I had ever seen had all been seen from airplanes.

Oh. My. Godz. Could you?

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.

If we all could see the world through eyes of a child, we would see the magic in everything.

Beauty rubs off. You cannot stand face-to-face with a Rembrandt and walk away the same person.

One does not question a miracle.

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it. I think that I see something deeper, more infinite, more eternal than the ocean in the expression of the eyes of a little baby when it wakes in the morning and coos or laughs because it sees the sun shining on its cradle.

If one feels the need of something grand, something infinite, something that makes one feel aware of God, one need not go far to find it.

If one really loves nature, one can find beauty everywhere.

There is nothing more beautiful than nature in the early morning.

Vera incessu patuit dea. (The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)

One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.

It happens in an instant, when life becomes startlingly new and frightening and profound, and you turn to the person next to you and see that they feel it too.

Whatever its actual content and overt interest, every poem is rooted in imaginative awe. Poetry can do a hundred and one things, delight, sadden, disturb, amuse, instruct—it may express every possible shade of emotion, and describe every conceivable kind of event, but there is only one thing that all poetry must do; it must praise all it can for being and for happening.

I passed a little further on and heard a peacock say: Who made the grass and made the worms and made my feathers gay, He is a monstrous peacock, and He waveth all the night His languid tail above us, lit with myriad spots of light.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

You have to make time, even for something as universal as staring at the stars.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.

The truth is that the sole reason we don't see the world all around us as magic is that we are jaded, too cool for the school of wonder.

I held out my dad's magic box and let it o, sure it would smash to the floor. Instead, the box disappeared. "Cool," I said. "Sure you I can get it back?" "No," Bast said. "Now come on!