| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. |
| Alexander Pope | Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. |
| Gilbert Keith Chesterton | The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder. |
| John Heywood | This wonder lasted nine daies. |
| Mary Elizabeth Coleridgendex | We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East. |
| Plato | Wonder is very much the affection of a philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy than this. |
| Sir Charles Sedley | Out of our reach the gods have laid Of time to come th' event, And laugh to see the fools afraid Of what the knaves invent. |
| Charles Dickens | "Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam triumphantly. "Nor never vill, and there's another thing that no man never see, and that's a dead donkey." |
| Edward Young | Nothing but what astonishes is true. |
| Edward Young | We nothing know, but what is marvellous, Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed. |
| John Dryden | Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe, And stupid at the wondrous things he saw, Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science. |
| Robert Burton | Wonders I sing, the sun has set, no night has followed. |
| William Wordsworth | There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon. |
| William Shakespeare | O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping! |
| William Shakespeare | O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! |
| William Shakespeare | Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud Without our special wonder? |
| William Shakespeare | It will have blood, they say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move and trees to speak, Augures and understood relations have By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? |
| William Shakespeare | She swore, i' faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. |
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