I wonder if anyone who needs a snappy song service can really appreciate the meaning of the cross.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.

The happy Union of these States is a wonder; their Constitution a miracle; their example the hope of Liberty throughout the world.

Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest. But as often as he gained the soft unbroken earth and the green shade, the love for John Thornton drew him back to the fire again.

Saints in heaven – how could they be anything but fair and pure? No praise to them. But saints in slime – ah, that was the everlasting wonder! That was what made life worth while.

In principle and reality, libraries are life-enhancing palaces of wonder.

She had tried to steer me towards vertiginous heels again – why are these people so incredibly keen on crippling their female customers? I began to wonder if cobblers and chiropractors had established some fiendish cartel.

The rise of the Oligarchy will always remain a cause of secret wonder to the historian and the philosopher. Other great historical events have their place in social evolution. They were inevitable. Their coming could have been predicted with the same certitude that astronomers to-day predict the outcome of the movements of stars. Without.

Wonder is the desire of knowledge

I confess, right at the start, to the doubts – and sometimes outright dreads – that go with me as I climb the stairs to my study in the morning, coffee mug in hand: I have to admit to the habitual apprehension mixed with a sort of reverence, as I light the incense . . . and wonder: what is going to happen today? Will anything happen? Will the angel come today?

I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?

I remembered my days and nights of sunshine and starshine, where life was all a wild sweet wonder, a spiritual paradise of unselfish adventure and ethical romance. And I saw before me, ever blazing and burning, the Holy Grail.

All my characters are me. I’m not a good enough actor to become a character. I hear about actors who become the role and I think ‘I wonder what that feels like.’ Because for me, they’re all me.

Sometimes when I see a bad performance and people still clap… I wonder if they’re clapping because they liked what they saw or because they’re happy it’s over?

We gazed dreamily at the Milky Way and once in a while caught some shooting stars. Times like those gave me the opportunity to wonder and ask all those very basic questions. That sense of awe for the heavens started there.

Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart

Born through hard times, Ghetto child of mine. I wonder if you have to suffer for your father’s crimes.

I don’t really dream, I space out during the day – that’s one of my problems wonder off when someone’s talking to me. I can’t remember any dreams in my life. There’s so much strange in real life that it often seems like a dream

I always wonder why some people see things as weird and some people don’t.

“Give me liberty or give me death.” A human named Patrick Henry said that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew before they came to conquer Earth that humans said things like that. I wonder if the Yeerks knew what they were getting into.

Wisdom is not the purchase of a day, and it is no wonder that we should err at the first setting off

The world of literature is a world of wonder, a universe of imagination waiting to be explored

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue, and I have nothing else to do, I sometimes wonder if it’s true That who is what and what is who.” – Winnie-the-Pooh

Even when the characters are supposed to be accustomed to the wonder, I try to weave an air of awe and impressiveness corresponding to what the reader should feel. A casual style ruins any serious fantasy.

Pleasure to me is wonder – the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.

Gratitude takes nothing for granted, is never unresponsive, is constantly awakening to new wonder

I object to the term “looters” because I wonder who is looting whom, baby.

I often wonder what I’d do if there weren’t any books in the world

When I first started writing, I used to listen to music all the time because it would make time pass more quickly. And then I started to wonder if the music wasn’t affecting my writing in ways that I didn’t necessarily intend.

It is very beautiful over there

You wonder why I only talk about my personal life. But that’s all I’ve ever done.

I wonder why. I wonder why. I wonder why I wonder.

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life: Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

The ultimate Truth is so simple. It is nothing more than being in the pristine state. This is all that need be said. till, it is a wonder that to teach this simple Truth there should come into being so many religions, creeds, methods and disputes among them and so on! Oh the pity! Oh the pity!

But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.

Once you lose that sense of wonder at being alive, you’re pretty much on the way out…

Is not the gospel its own sign and wonder? Is not this a miracle of miracles, that ‘God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish’? Surely that precious word, ‘Whosoever will, let him come and take the water of life freely’ and that solemn promise, ‘Him that cometh unto Me, I will in no wise cast out,’ are better than signs and wonders! A truthful Saviour ought to be believed. He is truth itself. Why will you ask proof of the veracity of One who cannot lie?

The fact that a man who goes his own way ends in ruin means nothing. He must obey his own law, as if it were a daemon whispering to him of new and wonderful paths

Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.

Let us thank the life I have lived for all the happy and all the sad hours, for every joy, for every sadness. My soul, my journey, should continue with you. I will wander with you and ascend to my solitude.

I’m going to search for my star until I find it. It’s hidden in the drawer of innocence, wrapped in a scarf of wonder.

I used to go to training ground by helicopter, and I would see people on the street walking to work and I’d think, ‘Why aren’t they taking a helicopter?

Having someone wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night is a very old human need.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

There are moments that you wonder how long you should be doing it because there are other aspects which are not nice, of this lifestyle. But I just love winning

You could wonder for hours what flowers mean, but for me, they’re life itself, in all its happy brilliance. We couldn’t do with out flowers. Flowers help you forget life’s tragedies.

The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.

I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

We blacks look for leadership in men and women of such youth and inexperience, as well as poverty of education and character, that it is no wonder that we sometimes seem rudderless… We see basketball players and pop singers as possible role models, when nothing could be further, in most cases, from their capacities

Ever wonder about those people who spend two dollars apiece on those little bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backward.

If you allow yourself to breathe into the depth, wonder, beauty, craziness, and strife everything that represents the fullness of your life you can live fearlessly. Because you come to realize that if you just keep breathing, you cannot be conquered.

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as all youth’s passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world. No wonder Basil Hallward worshipped him.

Let me think… I wonder if an anvil will drop like an apple?

Wonder implies the desire to learn

As children we all wonder – we wonder all the time. And that gets lost in adulthood. It gets beaten out, it gets filtered out or diluted out.

I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.