Quotes About Amazement

I've never seen her laugh like this before. It's a sight to behold, a wonder, like the Eiffel Tower or the World's Largest Prairie Dog.

when you're a little kid. Everything is a sparkling wonder.

People never cease to amaze me.

I'm friends with Criss Angel. Criss has offered me a million times to go downstairs and see the setup. I don't want to see it. I just want to go, 'God, how did you do that?'

Everyone should have their mind blown once a day.

I've been sent somebody's heart in a jar. At that point, you're thinking, I'm not sure if I should be opening this!

Logic is the kingdom of the unexpected. To think logically is to be perpetually astonished.

ohmygod. did all hell just freeze over?

ohmygoodNESS!

Sweet weeping baby Jesus he has a six-pack to beat all six-packs!

He sat looking at it with his eyes protruding in the manner popularized by snails, looking like something stuffed by a taxidermist who had learned his job from a correspondence course and had only got as far as lesson three.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not melt in one's bath.

I would like to have seen the world with eyes incapable of anything but wonder, and with a tongue fluent only in praise.

I couldn't wait to see then again, beautiful things. Extraordinary.

I don't get over the wonder of it, and 'The Last Samurai' was an extreme example of that. Every day when I went to the set, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

You will know you're old when you cease to be amazed.

Being infinitely amazed, so do I give thanks to God, Who has been pleased to make me the first observer of marvelous things, unrevealed to bygone ages.

But the age of miracles hadn't passed.

I feel unbelievably fortunate. How many people get to do what they always wanted to do and do well with it and continue to be surprised and see amazing places and meet amazing people?

To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. That was all I wanted, he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years.

It (the talking, the telling) seemed (to him, to Quentin) to partake of that logic- and reason-flouting quality of a dream which the sleeper knows must have occurred, stillborn and complete, in a second, yet the very quality upon which it must depend to move the dreamer (verisimilitude) to credulity _horror or pleasure or amazement_ depends as completely upon a formal recognition of and acceptance of elapsed and yet-elapsing time as music or a printed tale.

Never hurt me. . . ." The voice was her own, lost and amazed, the voice of a child, and suddenly she was free, free of need, desire, free of fear, and all that she felt for the handsome face across the table was simple revulsion, and she could only stare at him

myself am often surprised at life's little quirks