It's only people, as far as we know, who look up at the stars and wonder what they are.
When do we get to the part where I get inspired by this wonder boy and my seriously bitchy attitude toward men is miraculously healed?
But very quickly they all became grave again: for, as you know, there is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.
They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.
History will not let us forget: it wears disguises, reintroduces itself to us, claims it is someone new and wonderful. But let us not forget.
Sometimes, sitting here in the dark, slowly slowly creating strategy, she wondered if she was only fooling herself to think her plans were clever.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
It was wonderful flirting with him, all the razor-edged literary banter, like Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. A battle of wit, and a test, too.
Tool wondered if the girl was going mad. It happened to people. Sometimes they saw too much and their minds went away. They lost the will to survive. They curled up and surrendered to madness.
The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.
We can’t spend our lives wondering, ‘what if?’ We must simply make the best of what we have. -Lady Mary Wynne-Jones
No wonder she was so underweight. She was desperate to please a woman that could never be pleased, in the hopes of being loved and accepted by the very person that should be giving that freely.
I used to wonder why I had hair on my legs, but now I know it's for my toddler sons and daughters to pull themselves up off the ground with as I scream in pain.
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.
