Quotes About Wondering

She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.

a young nurse is standing close behind me wondering whether she is being drawn by my power or her charity.

I can tell by now that you are wondering whether I can be trusted as a narrator. Why didn't I dump Inge and head for a Singles Bar? The answer is her breasts.

I am always wondering about love.

I made him walk on a lead and he jumped for joy, the way creatures do, and children do and adults don't do, and spend their lives wondering where the leap went.

cannot avoid the temptation of wondering whether there is any other industry in this country which seeks to presume so completely to give the customer what he does not want.

I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster.

I always wonder what my life would be like if I had parents like the other kids who went to my high school.

We all romp about, grieving, wondering, but with rare exception we mostly remain suspended in the Rhetorical Colloidal Forever that agglutinates between Might and Do.

This papaya tastes boring. I guess I normally like papaya. But this one is sort of boring all the way through. Like eating water. Boring water. I wonder when it will be sun time. Maybe I should try a different papaya after this one. But what if the next papaya is boring, too? That

And then, more softly, but chiming from somewhere inside both of them: I wonder what she thinks of me.

a fellow prisoner-of-war, a Catholic, who had shocked a padre by confessing that he had always wondered what after spending six days creating the world and then resting on the seventh God had done on the eighth.

All serious travelers arrive at this doubting, why-bother juncture, stalling on the road, sometime or other.

But fiction-writers tend at the same time to be terribly sef-conscious . Devoting lots of productive time to studying closely how people come across to them, fiction writers also spend lots of less productive time wondering nervously how they come across to other people.

O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals fall back to gaze on him.

How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

How should we live? someone asked me in a letter. I had meant to ask him the same question. 0 likes

I was walking through the woods, thinking about Christ. If He was a carpenter, I wondered what He charged for bookshelves.

Why am I the way I am?" His tone makes it clear he's proposing something I might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. "There are no real answers, Jude. Why was I cruel to Folk? Why was I awful to you? Because I could be. Because I liked it. Because, for a moment, when I was at my worst, I felt powerful, and most of the time, I felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.

But as I look around me at all the absurdly expensive fuss and clutter, I ask it anyway. How did I get here?

embarrassed, and Maisie wondered if she might later ask

Hardly have we begun to palpate their grief than we find ourselves wondering whether this particular wound was mortal or not, or whether (in our blind doctoring) it's a wound at all. It might just as well be a mouth, which is as wet and as warm.

Koskela mihi sie määt? huuteli Rokka. – Jerusalemiin.

There was a time when I was wondering about this business of going public, so I visited about a half-dozen companies in the Boston area, all of them formed by MIT faculty and all had gone public.