O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
To me, everything is wonderful. Life is wonderful.
Wonder, connected with a principle of rational curiosity, is the source of all knowledge and discover, and it is a principle even of piety; but wonder which ends in wonder, and is satisfied with wonder, is the quality of an idiot.
It's like everything in your life is wonderful, but you have so much wonderful - this is all going to sound horrible - but when you have so much wonderful, it isn't wonderful because you don't actually have time to enjoy it.
Clarence: You see, George, you've really had a wonderful life. Don't you see what a mistake it would be to throw it away?
Mary: [embracing George] Remember the night we broke the windows in this old house? This is what I wished for. George Bailey: [softly] You're wonderful... wonderful.
Living a life full of wonder provides for a wonderful life.
Happy Days was a wonderful, wonderful experience and I would not have traded it for the world.
Wonder was the grace of the country. Any action could be justified by that: the wonder it was rooted in. Period followed period, and finally the wonder was that things could be built so big. Bridges, skyscrapers, fortunes, all having a life first in ...
George Bailey: Isn't it wonderful? I'm going to jail!
It is not easy to convey a sense of wonder, let alone resurrection wonder, to another. It’s the very nature of wonder to catch us off guard, to circumvent expectations and assumptions. Wonder can’t be packaged, and it can’t be worked up. It req...
I wonder if he’d been as beautiful as Dante. And I wondered why I thought that.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like look...
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 ennui or cynicism. It was . . . A sense of wonder. ...
I wonder who had the first computer dream, where, and when? I wonder if computers ever dream of humans.
Walking the Camino de Santiago taught me the wonders of physical challenge, the wonders of spiritual freedom, and the wonders of baby powder.
I wonder, said the Lord I wonder if I know the answer any more.
My home in Dallas is wonderful. I can walk everywhere. It's a pretty good hidden secret, Dallas. There are wonderful restaurants and a wonderful nightlife. It's just a beautiful city to be in.
Smart drafting is a wonderful thing. A smart free-agent signing is a wonderful thing. Smart trades are a wonderful thing, and that's a function of management.
Rhubarb and patience can work wonders.
Wonder isn't about finding answers; it's about becoming more comfortable with questions.
