Quotes About Wondering

Well, this is no talk for Christmas,' Miss Greythorne said, and waved them off. Glancing back at her, as she turned to Robin with a bright social smile, Will found himself wondering whether the two Miss Greythornes were not one after all.

I leaned out the window to feel the night's deep blue, the same dark air that surrounded him in Genoa or Paris or wherever he was. I would give a great deal to know what he was thinking right at this moment. If a person could know for certain what the other person was thinking or doing, then loneliness might cease to exist in the world.

at him. 'What could be wrong?' Not knowing how to answer, she turned the question back to

The guys from Camp Evergreen are coming back on Saturday," Ryan said, "for the dance." My stomach did a flip-flop. "Uh, I was just wondering if…" he paused and I held my breath, "…if maybe you'd dance with me then." "Sure." I tried to sound cool, even though I felt like doing cartwheels.

In his last days on this earth, he'd wanted to know if this was all there was.

was somehow even more heartbreaking. "I wonder if it would be easier," she said, "knowing for sure." "I don't know. The loss of hope versus the certainty of truth. It's not an easy judgment to make.

She inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, and blinked up at the high, heavy sunlit walls. I am lucky, she told herself. Better in here than out there. Grizehayes was strange and frightening, but it was a fortress. It could keep the darkness out. Even as she tried to convince herself, however, she was wondering why her mother had fled the house, and remembering her words. You have no idea what I saved you from! If I had stayed in Grizehayes...

How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?…The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

She said she was approaching forty, and I couldn't help wondering from what direction.

As I gazed at my reflection I wondered, Where am I headed? Before that, though, the question was Where have I come to? Where is this place? No, before that even I needed to ask, Who the hell am I?

Are you asking because you really want an answer?

No, explanation is not needed - only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised, feeling the mystery of life each moment. Then, and only then, you know what truth is. And truth liberates.

Looks like it,' Winston said.

I've been just wondering lately, if this is, you know, it. An apartment and a steady job and some people to love. What more could I want?

I stared at them for a good long time, wondering if they didn't know how to use their wings, of if they just didn't know they had them, until it was too late to save themselves.

The life of a plural wife, she'd found, was a life lived under constant comparison, a life spent wondering. Sitting across from her sister-wives at Sunday dinner, the platters and serving dishes floating past like hovercraft, the questions were almost inescapable; Who of us is the most happy? Which of us is his one true love? Who does he desire the most?

It is amusing to wonder whether dreams would matter at all, or freedom or democracy. I think not; I think there would only be the wondering what to eat and where to sleep and how to build out of the wreckage of life and mankind.

The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers--goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being bummed alive all along your nerves.

Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- It's so elegant So intelligent

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. (It's not the main point of the poem, but I am the third generation of my family who's never been able to eat a peach without wondering, do I dare and do I dare)

Why should they wait until I came back to Wishwood? There were a thousand places where I might have met them! Why here? why here? Many happy returns of the day, mother.

Following a faint stain- On the air to the river's edge These weeds know me and name me to each other Have they seen me before? Do I fit in their world? I seem separate from the ground And not rooted, but dropped out of nothing casually- I've no threads fastening me to anything I can go anywhere I seem to have been given the freedom of this place- What am I then?

The first time it happened, I laid there marveling at the beauty of it, wondering why God would forbid such bliss when He makes us endure so much misery.

Never mind. Just wondering when Lycra became the national fabric." On the other hand, he thought, his attention riveted by one woman bending way over to retie her laces, there was something to be said for Lycra. He hadn't seen that much of Linda until after they were married.