wondering Quotes

“There are a whole lot of things in this world of ours you haven’t started wondering about yet.”

“Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly ‘s done, when the battle ‘s lost and won”

“[I]t was better to know the worst than to wonder.”

I could not sufficiently wonder at the intrepidity of these diminutive mortals.

“She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.”

“Much-Afraid, don’t ever allow yourself to begin trying to picture what it will be like. Believe me, when you get to the place which you dread you will find that they are as different as possible from what you have imagined, just as was the case when you were actually ascending the precipice.”

“He wondered what it would be like to have a mother whose stories were inside her head instead of marching across the television screen all day long.”

“I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.”

“I stayed where I was and studied the tree. I wondered if my mama, wherever she was, had a tree full of bottles; and I wondered if I was a ghost to her, the same way she sometimes seemed like a ghost to me”

“The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.”

“I know Dad’s in there, but is it Dad? I mean, what if they came, changed him, made him bad, promised him something they can’t give but he thinks they can.”

“The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.”

“A significant fraction of thru-hikers reach Katahdin, then turn around and start back to Georgia. They just can’t stop walking, which kind of makes you wonder.”

“When I saw him many things I thought I had forgotten came flooding back to me. This was because I had begun, finally, to wonder about Sonny, about the life that Sonny lived inside.”

“You never understood, why we did this. The audience knows the truth: the world is simple. It’s miserable, solid all the way through. But if you could fool them, even for a second, then you can make them wonder, and then you... then you got to see something really special... you really don’t know?... it was... it was the look on their faces..”.

“Satan is so much more in earnest than we are--he buys up the opportunity while we are wondering how much it will cost.”

“What is he thinking? Josef wondered. What happened to him at Dachau that he’s now a ghost of the man he once was? ‘At least he didn’t have to be buried in the hell of the Third Reich,’ his father said.”

″... the one thing you do not wonder is if she is yours.”

“Rutgers was just girls everywhere, and there was Oscar, keeping me up at night talking about the Green Lantern. Wondering aloud, If we were orcs, wouldn’t we, at a racial level, imagine ourselves to look like elves?”

“I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she’s gone I wonder if I should’ve just been better.”

Lucas Swain is a likeable character who doesn’t have many friends and absolutely no girlfriends. He has wondered why his father left and begins to put the peices together when he becomes convinced an urn of ashes begins speaking to him.

“He wondered what it would be like to move into a new neighborhood, making new friends.”

“The Old Lady is left alone. Sadly she wonders: ‘When shall I see my little Babar again?’ ”

“Today Mathilda’s family went to the movies, the next day they went to the beach, then they had a picnic”. I kept wondering what the point of the story was - obviously had to do with the father but even that didn’t intrigue me in the slightest.”

“Who will take care of us out there?” Klaus said, looking out on the flat horizon. “Nobody,” Violet said. “We’ll have to take care of ourselves. We’ll have to be self-sustaining.” “Like the hot air mobile home,” Klaus said, “that could travel and survive all by itself.” “Like me,” Sunny said, and abruptly stood up. Violet and Klaus gasped in surprise as their baby sister took her first wobbly steps, and then walked closely beside her, ready to catch her if she fell. But she didn’t fall. Sunny took a few more self-sustaining steps, and then the three Baudelaires stood together, casting long shadows across the horizon in the dying light of the sunset.”

“I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now I knew the nature of her debt. It had weighed on her conscience for fourteen years. I was looking into the eyes of mother and I knew that I would never see her again.”

“I wonder who that can be. It can’t be the milkman because he came this morning. And it can’t be the boy from the grocer, because this isn’t the day he comes. And it can’t be Daddy, because he’s got his key. We’d better open the door and see.”

“Zis is cozy, Dodo thought, settling in. Vince was watching her from his window. What the heck is she doing? he wondered.”

“She was all that I knew, all that was dear. I’d loved her and she’d loved me. Now I was alone in the world. How would I do without her? My thoughts echoed the landlady: What would become of me?”

“Think! Think and wonder. Wonder and think. How much water can fifty-five elephants drink?”

“I wondered why white blokes didn’t worry about the Moodagudda much.”

“What was that?′ she asked the others. They were older and had seen such wonders before. They barely looked up from the ground. ‘Balloon,’ said a nearby ewe, her mouth full of grass.”

“I wonder if old Torrit is right about what happens when you die. It seems a bit severe to have to die to find out. I’ve looked at the sky every night for years, and I’ve never seen any nomes up there...”

“That night the De Sotos lay awake worrying. ‘Should we let him in tomorrow?’ Mrs. De Soto wondered. ‘Once I start a job,’ said the dentist firmly, ‘I finish it. My father was the same way.’ “

“I sit wondering how writing can bring such strange strangers into the same room.”

“Hannah was frightened. ‘Don’t be frightenend, Hannah,’ said the gorilla, ‘I won’t hurt you. I just wondered if you’d like to go to the zoo.’ The gorilla had such a nice smile that Hannah wasn’t afraid. ‘I’d love to,’ she said. “

“I wonder whether you feel as strangely drawn towards me as I do to you…”

“I wonder if tomorrow everything will look different to me.”

“Tom had never seen the like. He had never been in gentlefolk’s rooms but when the carpets were all up, and the curtains down, and the furniture huddled together under a cloth, and the pictures covered with aprons and dusters; and he had often enough wondered what the rooms were like when they were all ready for the quality to sit in. And now he saw, and he thought the sight was very pretty.”

″...nature is reflected in our capacity for wonder. Nasci. To be born.”

“Mark was sure he’d never know such warm companionship with his father. Jamie had got it all. He wondered what would have happened if Jamie had asked for Ben.”

“Way off in the distance she could see the lights of the city. The Little House was curious about the city and wondered what it would be like to live there.”

“I wish you’d stop wondering about things that can’t make any difference to us.”

“Although there were many other things to do, Harry began to wonder if his family thought that he had really run away.”

“Very suspicious- tigers too busy chewing gum, Rhinoceros too busy brushing his tusk-must get hold of that invasion. Don’t like it one bit, not one bit! It’s upsetting everybody terribly-wonder what it’s doing here, anyway.”

“Presently my little sister began to wonder if the ring would taste as sparkly as it looked. It was sparklier than fizzy lemonade. So of course she put the ring in her mouth, and of course it didn’t taste like lemonade at all.”

“That set him wondering by what right Mr. Sleath lived so well and held such power over his workers’ lives. ”

“What kind of wood is best for making fire? What should you call a crocodile to his face?”

″‘So be a good boy and don’t get into mischief.’ This was a silly thing to say to a small boy at any time. It immediately made him wonder what sort of mischief he might get into.”

“Could it be, George wondered, that she was a witch? He had always thought witches were only in fairy tales, but now he was not so sure.”

“His lips are pressed against my neck and my hands are on a journey down his upper body and I’m wondering why there are so many freight trains in my heart, why his chest is a broken harmonica.”

“What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? Where was the substance of this thing called society?”

“I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.”

“The visitor refuses to comply with such a strange order — if anything, he says, it’s the police who should slap him — but the reader is left wondering if reality is any less absurd.”

“I think of her everywhere. She is my everywhere, in every moment, and also she’s in no one moment. She misses every single one of my moments and I’m not sure who that is harder for: me surviving here without her, or her without me, existing wherever she is.”

“Now, carols are always beautiful, but if you are sad they can make you feel sadder.”

“How can we be so different and feel so much alike?”

“Just why are you here?”

″...somehow you’ve lost both your necktie and vest...”

“Do you wonder about what the new stuff would actually be like?”

The Piglet was sitting on the ground at the door of his house blowing happily at a dandelion, and wondering whether it would be this year, next year, sometime or never. He had just discovered that it would be never, and was trying to remember what “it” was, and hoping it wasn’t anything nice, when Pooh came up.

Well, he was humming this hum to himself, and walking along gaily, wondering what everybody else was doing, and what it felt like, being somebody else, when suddenly he came to a sandy bank, and in the bank was a large hole.

“Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see you any more!”

As I lounged in the park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at every one who passed me and wonder, with a mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led.