The feeling of awed wonder that science can give us is one of the highest experiences of which the human psyche is capable. It is a deep aesthetic passion to rank with the finest that...

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it’s gone.

When I hear that people live by the book, I always wonder which one.

For it is owing to their wonder that men both now begin and at first began to philosophize.

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember,...

Follow your Dreams – They give pathway to the wonder of who you are.

, I found the whole modern world talking scientific fatalism; saying that everything is as it must alwayshave been, being unfolded without fault from the beginning. The leaf on the tree is green because it...

Each nugget of information was fascinating. The world was full of new-found marvels and he wanted to share the excitement with everybody. They all did. They had a certain sense. It wasn’t a sense of...

Because today, I think I’m leaning on the side of wonder.

If I’d been easily discouraged, I could have been a one-hit wonder.

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the...

In his first summers, forsaking all his toys, my son would stand rapt for nearly an hour in his sandbox in the orchard, as doves and redwings came and went on the warm wind, the...

You read, move your lips, figure out the words, and it’s like you’re in two places at the same time: you’re sitting or lying with your legs curled up, your hand groping in the bowl,...

Wonders happen either way. With you or without you.

At moments of wonder, it is easy to avoid small thinking, to entertain thoughts that span the universe, that capture both thunder and tinkle, thick and thin, the near and the far.

We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.

I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.

We can breathe in the sweet scent of a tepid summer’s meadow after the kiss of a warm rain, and in the very same moment we can stand utterly breathless underneath the expanse of untold...

It’s my birthday, who could be calling me? Probably my clone, wondering why he hasn’t been born yet.

Did the room get moved, or the time?” Both did. You’re to meet me at 3:33 in room 333.

You just look at the world, and you see things unraveling, and you say, ‘I wonder what we ought to do?’ Things are seldom crystal clear.

Life is difficult.

There is no end to wonder once one starts really looking.

The author explains the evidence for they would help from astronomy. He says that if planets are behaving in a way that cannot be explained by what is already known, then another planet is searched...

Wonder, as a quality of intellect, has fallen from favor.

If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again...

Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a cedar waxwing on a bare branch a few feet away; the...

A veces no hace falta que uno quiera hacerle daño a alguien para dañarlo.

Incidentally, the world is magical.Magic is simply what’s off our human scale… at the moment.

No man would find an abiding strangeness on the Moon unless he were the sort of man who could find it in his own back garden.

its a beautiful thing in my mind, to be involved with oneself, not in vanity, but in wonder, who knew such a small head could be big enough to contain reality itself. we really must...

I smelled silt on the wind, turkey, laundry, leaves . . . my God what a world. There is no accounting for one second of it (267).

It was said by Epicurus, and he was probably right, that all philosophy takes its origin from philosophical wonder. The man who has never at any time felt consciously struck by the extreme strangeness and...

When you view your world exclusively through the lens of science, your prescription will never be strong enough.

Wonder is always difficult until you forgive whoever destroyed your love of surprises.

It’s the wonderment of water that makes it so appealing: thoughts of what’s beneath the surface, or out there beyond a watery horizon.

I wonder how it is possible to believe in religion and also believe nothing is wrong with you.

Every day is one step closer to the precious truth; ervery day can teach you the wonder, if you’re willing to see those.

…[I]t behooves a man who wants to see wonders sometimes to go out of his way.

Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily dissolved.

The true joy and wonder of life can only be yours if you follow your own intuition aiming to achieve your bliss.

[I]sn’t it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be...

I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives.

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

Gorgeous, amazing things come into our lives when we are paying attention: mangoes, grandnieces, Bach, ponds. This happens more often when we have as little expectation as possible. If you say, “Well, that’s pretty much...

Bertrand Russell had given a talk on the then new quantum mechanics, of whose wonders he was most appreciative. He spoke hard and earnestly in the New Lecture Hall. And when he was done, Professor...

In my small way, I preserved and catalogued, and dipped into the vast ocean of learning that awaited, knowing all the time that the life of one man was insufficient for even the smallest part...

It is a happiness to wonder; — it is a happiness to dream.

The text-book is rare that stimulates its reader to ask, Why is this so? Or, How does this connect with what has been read elsewhere?