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41 " These galleries are hung, mostly, with images from 'Frog and Toad,' and he moves from each to each, not really seeing them but rather remembering the experience of viewing them for the first time, in JB's studio, when he and Willem were new to each other, when he felt as if he was growing new body parts—a second heart, a second brain—to accommodate this excess of feeling, the wonder of his life. "
― Hanya Yanagihara , A Little Life
42 " Dear God,I asked that you clear my mind of any negative thoughts so my heart can run free; so I may look at the world with a clearer understanding of your beautiful creation. Cleanse my heart dear God so I may always look through the wonder light you shine upon us. In Jesus name Amen. "
43 " You are blessed with a knack for sucking the wonder out of the extraordinary. "
― Daniel McHugh , The Merchant and the Menace (The Seraphinium, #1)
44 " Don't ever discount the wonder of your tears. They can be healing waters and a stream of joy. Sometimes they are the best words the heart can speak. "
― William Paul Young , The Shack
45 " The Kite CharmFor A Life Filled with High-Flying Fun, Play with the Wonder of A Child "
― Viola Shipman , The Charm Bracelet
46 " Every day is an opportunity to realise the wonder that exists in the world. "
― Steven Redhead , Life Is Simply A Game
47 " For the wonder of a first love can never be matched. "
― Renée Ahdieh , The Wrath and the Dawn (The Wrath and the Dawn, #1)
48 " The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite. "
49 " Life is fleeting, and the wonder can be lost within the confusion of worldly reality. "
50 " It is as if we need to be reminded of convention in order properly to appreciate the wonder of being unguarded... "
― Alain de Botton , How to Think More About Sex
51 " A lot of who you were in middle age was determined before you had a chance to manipulate, control, or eve understand the things around you. It was no mystery, he thought, why some old people's minds returned to their youth; the wonder of those years, the discoveries, the first experience with the dirty secret of death, and the first stirrings of lust and love were indelible, drawn in luminous colors on clean canvas. Indeed, the first sex act was so mind-boggling that most people could still remember it clearly twenty, thirty, sixty years later. "
― Nelson DeMille , Spencerville
52 " Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love "
― Gabriel García Márquez , Memories of My Melancholy Whores
53 " Whether we are at Cafe Gratitude or Carl’s Jr, whether we are in a cathedral or in a nightclub, whether we are inside of a mosque or on the metro, every single moment is a sacred moment. A moment far too important for us to miss. When we miss the people and the experiences and the feelings of our lives, we miss God. We don’t get to know the joy of seeing God show up in the world. More profoundly, we don’t get to participate in the wonder of God showing up in the world. "
― Stephen Lovegrove
54 " Our children need to assimilate the wonder that is India when they are young, so that they imbibe the principles of our founding fathers and continue to build this great nation. "
― Shallu Jindal
55 " If we loved children, we would have a few. If we had them, we would want them as children, and would love the wonder with which they behold the world, and would hope some of it might open our eyes a little. We would love their games, and would want to play them once in a while, stirring in ourselves those memories of play that no one regrets, and that are almost the only things an old man can look back on with complete satisfaction. We would want children tagging along after us, or if not, then only because we would understand that they had better things to do. "
― Anthony Esolen , Ten Ways to Destroy the Imagination of Your Child
56 " There passed a child of four, a small girl on a footpath over the fields, going home in the evening to Erl. They looked at each other with round eyes." Hullo," said the child." Hullo, child of men," said the troll.. . . " What are you?" said the child." A troll of Elfland," answered the troll. " So I thought," said the child." Where are you going, child of men?" the troll asked." To the houses," the child replied." We don't want to go there," said the troll." N-no," said the child." Come to Elfland," the troll said.The child thought for a while. Other children had gone, and the elves always sent a changeling in their place, so that nobody quite missed them and nobody really knew. She thought awhile of the wonder and wildness of Elfland, and then of her own house." N-no," said the child." Why not?" said the troll." Mother made a jam roll this morning," said the child. And she walked on gravely home. Had it not been for that chance jam roll she had gone to Elfland." Jam!" said the troll contemptuously and thought of the tarns of Elfland, the great lily-leaves lying flat upon their solemn waters, the huge blue lilies towering into the elf-light above the green deep tarns: for jam this child had forsaken them! "
57 " I have seen many cases like N. during the five years I've been in practice. I sometimes picture these unfortunates as men and women being pecked to death by predatory birds. The birds are invisible - at least until a psychiatrist who is good, or lucky, or both, sprays them with his version of Luminol and shines the right light on them - but they are nevertheless very real. The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough or too much, it's true), they go to movies, they make love to their girlfriends and boyfriends, their wives and husbands . . . and all the time those birds are there, clinging to them and pecking away little bits of flesh. "
― Stephen King , Just After Sunset
58 " When you stop existing and you start truly living, each moment of the day comes alive with the wonder and synchronicity. "
― Steve Maraboli , Life, the Truth, and Being Free
59 " It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life. "
― Craig D. Lounsbrough
60 " We shouldn't let our envy of distinguished masters of the arts distract us from the wonder of how each of us gets new ideas. Perhaps we hold on to our superstitions about creativity in order to make our own deficiencies seem more excusable. For when we tell ourselves that masterful abilities are simply unexplainable, we're also comforting ourselves by saying that those superheroes come endowed with all the qualities we don't possess. Our failures are therefore no fault of our own, nor are those heroes' virtues to their credit, either. If it isn't learned, it isn't earned.When we actually meet the heroes whom our culture views as great, we don't find any singular propensities––only combinations of ingredients quite common in themselves. Most of these heroes are intensely motivated, but so are many other people. They're usually very proficient in some field--but in itself we simply call this craftmanship or expertise. They often have enough self-confidence to stand up to the scorn of peers--but in itself, we might just call that stubbornness. They surely think of things in some novel ways, but so does everyone from time to time. And as for what we call " intelligence" , my view is that each person who can speak coherently already has the better part of what our heroes have. Then what makes genius appear to stand apart, if we each have most of what it takes?I suspect that genius needs one thing more: in order to accumulate outstanding qualities, one needs unusually effective ways to learn. It's not enough to learn a lot; one also has to manage what one learns. Those masters have, beneath the surface of their mastery, some special knacks of " higher-order" expertise, which help them organize and apply the things they learn. It is those hidden tricks of mental management that produce the systems that create those works of genius. Why do certain people learn so many more and better skills? These all-important differences could begin with early accidents. One child works out clever ways to arrange some blocks in rows and stacks; a second child plays at rearranging how it thinks. Everyone can praise the first child's castles and towers, but no one can see what the second child has done, and one may even get the false impression of a lack of industry. But if the second child persists in seeking better ways to learn, this can lead to silent growth in which some better ways to learn may lead to better ways to learn to learn. Then, later, we'll observe an awesome, qualitative change, with no apparent cause--and give to it some empty name like talent, aptitude, or gift. "