Charlotte wondered if she would have recognized the crazy much earlier if he looked more like Steve Buscemi then Mr. Medieval Hotness.
To watch. To wait. To wonder at a world in chaos,' the girl said. 'And hope one day you fools might learn.
Do you know how to pick a lock?" "Not in the least, I'm afraid." "I often wonder what we go to school for," said Wimsey.
Dreaming isn't wasted time. The waste comes when you have these wonderful dreams, but you don't do anything to make them real.
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
The constrained lives of his characters made me wonder how my own existence might appear in his hands.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
The emotions - love, mirth, the heroic, wonder, tranquility, fear, anger, sorrow, disgust - are in the audience.
There was no one clear point of loss. It happened over and over again in a thousand small ways and the only truth there was to learn was that there was no getting used to it.
Do you know how much damage we could do to each other in an hour?
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.
Ah! The English language was a wonderful thing! You could always find the right word. He only wished he could speak the language.
There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.
Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.
It was the first time in years I didn’t wonder if my father was out there, looking at it too.
His jaw was slack and his mouth open, and he wondered if perhaps he would drown eventually; drowned by the falling rain.
I wonder if only artists can feel peace like this—such a gentle, inconspicuous peace that an ordinary person might not even notice.
A tiger of a rather and a wolf of a brother. Sandwiched between the two, I wonder what my tomorrow holds.
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.
... what you learn today, for no reason at all, will help you discover all the wonderful secrets of tomorrow.
