Life is a very terrible thing, mostly, with points of wonder and beauty. Most of what makes it terrible, though, is simply that there's so much of it, blaring in through the five senses.
The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.
We have the power to change voluntarily, and there is something wonderful and awe-inspiring about that power.
When you're having sex again, it makes you wonder why you weren't before. What could possibly have been bad enough to make you stop doing THAT?
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
The future is shaped by young people foolish enough to believe they can topple a mountain. And yet, when we stand among the rubble, we wonder why no one tried sooner.
I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?
Evelyn stared into the empty ice cream carton and wondered where the smiling girl in the school pictures had gone.
Speak English at this table or I will fire you so fast you'll wind up standing at the airport wondering how you got from here to there without any goddamn pants on.
Make poverty, sickness, and death central issues in the contract," he says, "it's no wonder the divorce rate is fifty percent.
I’ve always thought, if heaven is such a wonderful place, why is entering it so absurdly easy? Confess your sins, ask forgiveness—and that is all? No matter what your crimes?
Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren't present could derive meaning from it?
This is pity,” he thought, and then he lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling is called a virtue.
Me neither,” Shane put in. “Homie don’t play that.” “I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,” Amelie said.
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.
...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...
the living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.
We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.
Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us." "You're joking." "Wish I was.
Look forward to the wonderment of growing up, raising a family and driving by the gas station where the popular kids now work.
