It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.
It is a happiness to wonder;—it is a happiness to dream
O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
There is child in all of us that refuses to grow up, a child that is in awe of what can be, the polar opposite of the cynic in all of us who despairs over what is. Stories of magic, fantastic monsters, impossible courage and spectacular heroism appeal to this child, instilling it with hope and faith in humanity and in the cosmic order.
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.
He envied this in them, this ability they had to still be awestruck, the faith they maintained that life, adulthood, would keep presenting them with astonishing experiences, that their marvellous years were not behind them.
What if I show you all those dark sides of my mind? What if I let you in; so that you can see how messy and destructive my soul can be? Would you still be there for me? Would you still choose to stay? …
All of life is a continuous state of wonder interrupted by bedtime and light snacks.
Dream a little harder; now act with wonder.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.
Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astonishing universe, and it is sad to see so many dreaming it away on spiritual fantasy.
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 of the wonders that lay within. It is cruel that we are granted the desire to know, but denied the time to do so properly. We all die frustrated; it is the greatest lesson we have to learn.
They never sat up all night with Trouble, Peter Piper used to say. And I told him they were quite right. If you make a fuss over trouble and put it to bed and nurse it and give it beef tea and gruel, you can never get rid of it
Success is realising the true joy and wonder of life can only be yours if you follow your own intuition, aiming to achieve your bliss.
Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don't just give up.
What if we lean in to life even with the messes and the mysteries to find the magic in it all?
Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.
It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don't know.
Every time there is a mass shooting in the USA, I wonder if the shooter was an insane masturbator.
