You wander. You work nearly every job known to man, it seems, only to arrive at the wonderings of philosophy.

Sometimes I wonder if it does exist such a thing called personality.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not...

Life is a fragile and awesome gift.

I wonder how you survived with those sugary lips; maybe there is no ant in your territory.

A more wonderful life and a more beautiful world is one thought away.

Craving is a good thing.In matters of culinary art, craving creates wonders.

The way God squandered Himself had always hurt her; and annoyed her too. The sky full of wings and only the shepherds awake. That golden voice speaking and only a few fishermen there to hear;...

You are a gift, so open yourself everyday to see the beauty with love, wonder and feel the joy.

At some point, one asks, “Toward what end is my life lived?” A great freedom comes from being able to answer that question. A sleeper can be decoyed out of bed by the sheer beauty...

I often wonder what I’m doing.

it may only be able to measure it.

There’s a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There’s magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in...

Perhaps soul mates don’t exist, I thought. Maybe they were only a way to get over a loss that couldn’t be forgotten, a way to mend a heart that was unredeemable—an aberrant remedy that dissolved...

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.

Remain in wonder if you want the mysteries to open up for you. Mysteries never open up for those who go on questioning. Questioners sooner or later end up in a library. Questioners sooner or...

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here...

Wonder is the desire for knowledge.

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

I wonder whether my bleak-o-meter is set differently from other people’s.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those...

[an encounter in space] “Some celestial event. No–no words–no words to describe it. Poetry! They should have sent a poet. So beautiful. So beautiful…I had no idea. I had no idea.

The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.

Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it!

There is in the chemist a form of thought by which all ideas become visible in the mind as strains of an imagined piece of music. This form of thought is developed in Faraday in...

This may be the primary purpose of dogs: to restore our sense of wonder and to help us maintain it, to make us consider that we should trust our intuition as they trust theirs and...

I still find the moon more amazing than the fact men have walked on it.

Earthly nature may be parsimonious, but the human mind is prodigal, itself an anomaly that in its wealth of error as well as of insight is exceptional, utterly unique as far as we know, properly...

I’m old, but I’m not good enough to be jaded.

Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.

even there a shining is flowing from all the stonesthough the eyes are not yet made that can see it

…But wondering takes time, and most of the people of the neighborhood were hard-working people, and so they gradually began to forget.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

I think of this girl, this bright light coming from such a dark place. I know that the things she believes about God and the Bible and hope and all that are very real to...

The sad thing about miracles is that they’re unique. They can’t be explained, or shared, or duplicated. And they absolutely cannot be captured and made to perform on demand. If that day ever came, our...

Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.

I’m no more a wonder than anyone. And that’s what makes the world magical. Every baby’s a seed of wonder – that gets watered or it doesn’t.

A Puritan twist in our nature makes us think that anything good for us must be twice as good if it’s hard to swallow. Learning Greek and Latin used to play the role of character...

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of...

Much as I admired the elegance of physical theories, which at that time geology wholly lacked, I preferred a life in the woods to one in the laboratory.

I was well warned about English food, so it did not surprise me, but I do wonder sometimes, how they ever manage to prise it up long enough to get a plate under it.

I know cigarettes can kill & wonder why she wants to die.

Adam understood, then, that Gansey and Blue’s awe changed this place. Ronan and Adam may have seen this place as magical, but Gansey and Blue’s wonder made it holy.

For all of nature’s wonder and beauty, it is also hostile and unpredictable.

And with a last stardrop, a last circle, I arrive, and she’s there, chemical wonder in her eyes.

The world, whatever we might think about it terrified by its vastness and by our helplessness in the face of it, embittered by its indifference to individual suffering—of people, animals, and perhaps also plants, for...

olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she’s mad. and when she’s fragile like this, she’s a little lost bird looking for its nest.

Your heart will always go where your mind wanders.

the living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.

These aren’t still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in spite of myself I were always descending a hill, rounding a corner, stepping...