...and you will hold me with your wondering eyes in the serenity of purest mind at the dreams edge of my quiet golden shores accompanied by the melodies of emerald blue rippling waves where I will alw...
You cannot afford to gamble your youth only for fun.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Wonder
I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been kee...
Time doesn't heal all wounds, only distance can lessen the sting of them.
Looking back and wondering if it could have worked eventually hurts more than trying and failing.
When your youth is about to enter in old age it shouldn't wonder, what happened? it must say, well done.
If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your...
The tongue never rests. It speaks even when we sleep. It speaks through the mind even when the mouth keeps shut
If I'd been a cowboy, it might've ended well.Somewhere on the ramble, I'm sure I'd have to sellMy guns along the highway. My coins to the table To make a gambler's double, I'd double debts to pay.Prob...
It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.
Well, this is how I feel: I want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside. Do you understand me?
Heredity is what sets the parents of a teenager wondering about each other.
There comes a moment in everyone's life when we have to decide if the pain is worth the reward. We either move forward to see where the path leads or we go back down the same road forever wondering, '...
Wondering leads to writing.
The longer the waiting, the longer the wondering.
Often a Christian man or woman falls prey to that cruel and vexatious spirit, wondering how to find marriage, who, when, where? It is on God that we should wait, as a waiter waits--not for but on the...
My heart stutters—not why? or how?—those are not the important questions. The really important question is: by whom?
For this feeling of wonder shows that you are a philosopher, since wonder is the only beginning of philosophy.
Wondering and writing constitute positive madness.
If the stones that we walked on could talk, they would surely tell our story." - Magnetic Reverie