I wonder when I’ll see you again, will it be tomorrow, or will you escape to my lonely dreams again? I can no longer wonder when I know that you have been lost. But still i try.
excitement, new, adventure, hope, love, fate, future. You wake up each day with wonder about what the day will bring. Children never cease to wonder, I feel like adults loose their sense of wonder as they age, it’s a shame. Wonder is directly tied to hope, and innocence. We should all hold on to it.
I began to wonder what it was like to see the sun after so many dark days in the cave. I wondered out to the open only to find a devastated land barren of all life from the nuclear bombs.
I wonder what it would be like to swim like a fish in the sky crashing into clouds and watching over the bluebirds. Drinking air is not for fishes. I wonder.
I spend my days thinking of you, I spent my nights dreaming of you. I wonder if you ever even think of me? Do I ever cross your mind or take over your dreams? Do I ever consume your day and distract you from what you are doing? I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you. I wonder.
I wonder about why he left me. I wonder if he’s looking at the same stars as me, or if he’s halfway around the world where there aren’t stars this time of day. I wonder if he’s thinking about me as I am thinking about him. He wouldn’t have left me. No, he couldn’t. He knew I couldn’t live, I can’t breathe without him. But I’m left here to wonder about where I went wrong. What I did, or didn’t do to make him want to leave so badly.
I wonder – like a child. I wonder – a poem about nature and the amazement one feels about everything around us. Wonderful world – amazing world with things being so fantastic and you have no idea how life and nature is being created. Wonder – an innocent feeling. I see trees of green, clouds of white… What a wonderful world
I wonder where i will be in 20 years? Will i be dead? Will i be rich or poor? Skinny or fat? Sad or happy? These are the things i wonder about daily. Do you wonder too?
its a wonder that where alive, its a wonder how we meet each other. dont you know that? i love you, thats a wonder too. even though i died, im still here, here with you. this wonder is not just a gift, its a curse, as i cannot leave.
i wonder if i should tell the NYC guy, Johnny, if i like him. But then again, I wonder if i should give a shot with the guy in my drama class that likes me. The choice is not as easy as it looks, there are so many thing in each that i love, but the feelings in Johnny are much greater.
I wonder if Julie got home safe. I left her at the town hall, it wasnt late just after midnight. She was rather the worse for werar, but I’m sure she’ll be OK.
I wonder what life will turn out like. I wonder what tomorrow holds for me. I wonder the meaning of typing this. I wonder the meaning of my entire life. I wonder what you wonder? I wonder what the audience wonders. I wonder what my friends wonder. I realize that life in itself is a wonder. I wonder how I grew so much in 60 seconds. I wonder what I’ll do next. What will happen when I’m gone?
The sky in the dark fills me with wonder. Are all those stars there by chance? No. This earth is huge and yet God chooses to care about me. Nature is beautiful. My eyes are big. Love is huge.
Wonder is poetry; it is a new angle one takes on the world, a particular way of seeing things with your head tilted this way or that. Wonder can make us fearful, but fear does not interfere with the simplicity and the purpose of contemplation. This special kind of attention one pays to the world is the greatest celebration of life, death, and nature and of all things that came to us when we write.
a miracle, believing that love exists, dreaming and hoping for the best, knowing that somewhere in the future there will be something new, just waiting
I hope that when I look at things, they know how we over think them
How we hope to find the meaning behind them
i often wonder what life is like? why do we find the people we find? Like my tara I wasnt expecting to find her but i did…I wonder how i got so lucky to find her…she found me actually….i wonder why my family is the way they are…why do we ignore people why cant we all get along? i wonder what more is out there?
is it any wonder that people get lost, or even just lost in their own wonder. wonder is such an ensnaring thing, we can’t figure it out, to do so we’d have to wonder about it, and then we’re just wondering again, wondering about wonder. and that doesn’t get us anywhere, maybe we should just sit back and enjoy the wonder.
I tend to sit in wonder of the glory that God has created. Up in the night sky are all these stars that make up galaxies. Yet why has He created them. I believe they are there for us to stare at in amazement of His glory.
Everyone is entitled to a sense of wonder. Something new, something magnificent right before your eyes. Or a fantastic musical sound you’ve heard for the first time. A delicious culinary treat which gave you pleasure. The warm breeze touching your cheeks. I wonder how much more should I explore?
Staring at the canyon, you can wonder wheter you should praise the nature for it or blame the human for exploting it as an attraction and forever destroying the wonder of the wonders.
What a wonder stands before us. what wonders may we discover. What wonders lay before us… even when we can’t see them. among the trash wonder lie beneath. Those are gifted who can see such subtle wonders. Look around, close your eyes, what wonders do you see?
He grips her hand firmly, so firmly that she believes he will never let go.
They sit in utter silence, except the sound of crickets and of automated sprinklers and of Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, fighting over something stupid two doors down.
It’s wonderful.
I wonder why the grass isgreen and why the wind is never see. Wonder why he tells people to come over and doesn’t check in with me yet i’m the one to host. In a monute, he’ll be up here to tell me ”m is here”. why tell me?I did not ask them to come.
These were just a few of the things that I felt boiling up inside as I stared at you, down on your knee in front of me, holding that shining silver ring in your hand.
And I didn’t know how to tell you that this wasn’t possible.
I wonder about a lot of things. I wonder during every minute, in part or the whole thing. I contemplate the world around me, I think about my future life and who I’ve been in the past, I think too much. I wonder too much. Is that possible?
I wonder what I can see. Well, what I can see tonight. Will it be cloudy Or can I see the stars? That makes no sense, whatsoever. Honestly. I swear. I like wondering about things that don’t make sense because they don’t make sense and sense isn’t always a good thing.
Wonder is a word that comes easy.I wonder what it means to you evrybody finds all things different yet surely somethings are the same, I wonder if you and I share anything
I wonder what the purpose of this test is? I am very interested to see what comes up. There are many wonders of the world, some say seven, but I am sure, if people thought long and hard they would be able to name more than seven conventional wonder sof the world. I wonder whether the purpose of this test was to see how many times the person writing would say wonder?
I wondered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vale and hill. Balloons and childhood memories. Spinning pocket watches and mushrooms and caterpillars and pills and miniature bottles. Hmmmm.
Everyone does, but no one knows. We have to look beyond and wonder. What will it be like when I’m gone. What will I do, where will I be. I wonder. I know something else is there. She’s there right now. I know, i don’t wonder that. It’s just one of those things left to witness when the time comes. I wonder what it will be like. Don’t you?
I wonder what it would be like to die..
Don’t you?
To leave everyone behind,
Maybe live a good life,
Maybe a bad
Maybe have a painful death,
Maybe not..
I wonder..
Don’t you?
Your words-
They radiate through me
like a burst of intense pleasure
right to my toes.
They consume me
like an insatiable thirst
in the peak of a drought.
They engulf me
with the warmth
of the first cup of tea in the morning.
They soak into me
like a drop of water
on desert soil.
They amaze me
like a streak of white lightning
through the dark night sky.
They leave me wonder struck!
I wonder when I’ll see you again, will it be tomorrow, or will you escape to my lonely dreams again? I can no longer wonder when I know that you have been lost. But still i try.
excitement, new, adventure, hope, love, fate, future. You wake up each day with wonder about what the day will bring. Children never cease to wonder, I feel like adults loose their sense of wonder as they age, it’s a shame. Wonder is directly tied to hope, and innocence. We should all hold on to it.
I began to wonder what it was like to see the sun after so many dark days in the cave. I wondered out to the open only to find a devastated land barren of all life from the nuclear bombs.
I wonder what it would be like to swim like a fish in the sky crashing into clouds and watching over the bluebirds. Drinking air is not for fishes. I wonder.
I spend my days thinking of you, I spent my nights dreaming of you. I wonder if you ever even think of me? Do I ever cross your mind or take over your dreams? Do I ever consume your day and distract you from what you are doing? I wonder if you ever think about me the way I think about you. I wonder.
I wonder about why he left me. I wonder if he’s looking at the same stars as me, or if he’s halfway around the world where there aren’t stars this time of day. I wonder if he’s thinking about me as I am thinking about him. He wouldn’t have left me. No, he couldn’t. He knew I couldn’t live, I can’t breathe without him. But I’m left here to wonder about where I went wrong. What I did, or didn’t do to make him want to leave so badly.
bread
wonders of the world
alice in wonderland
brain
thoughts
crazy wonderiness
wonder is the imagination colliding with reality. No other confrontation of the real and unreal is as inspiring, it changes the soul.
I wonder – like a child. I wonder – a poem about nature and the amazement one feels about everything around us. Wonderful world – amazing world with things being so fantastic and you have no idea how life and nature is being created. Wonder – an innocent feeling. I see trees of green, clouds of white… What a wonderful world
I wonder where i will be in 20 years? Will i be dead? Will i be rich or poor? Skinny or fat? Sad or happy? These are the things i wonder about daily. Do you wonder too?
i wonder when i’ll get a near word on ONEWORD.
stevie wonder i wonder i woo woo wonder doo doo doo
wonder Years…what a fun show
I wonder what she’s doing tonight?
I wonder if it matters.
its a wonder that where alive, its a wonder how we meet each other. dont you know that? i love you, thats a wonder too. even though i died, im still here, here with you. this wonder is not just a gift, its a curse, as i cannot leave.
i wonder if i should tell the NYC guy, Johnny, if i like him. But then again, I wonder if i should give a shot with the guy in my drama class that likes me. The choice is not as easy as it looks, there are so many thing in each that i love, but the feelings in Johnny are much greater.
I wonder if Julie got home safe. I left her at the town hall, it wasnt late just after midnight. She was rather the worse for werar, but I’m sure she’ll be OK.
I wonder what life will turn out like. I wonder what tomorrow holds for me. I wonder the meaning of typing this. I wonder the meaning of my entire life. I wonder what you wonder? I wonder what the audience wonders. I wonder what my friends wonder. I realize that life in itself is a wonder. I wonder how I grew so much in 60 seconds. I wonder what I’ll do next. What will happen when I’m gone?
The sky in the dark fills me with wonder. Are all those stars there by chance? No. This earth is huge and yet God chooses to care about me. Nature is beautiful. My eyes are big. Love is huge.
Wonder is poetry; it is a new angle one takes on the world, a particular way of seeing things with your head tilted this way or that. Wonder can make us fearful, but fear does not interfere with the simplicity and the purpose of contemplation. This special kind of attention one pays to the world is the greatest celebration of life, death, and nature and of all things that came to us when we write.
a miracle, believing that love exists, dreaming and hoping for the best, knowing that somewhere in the future there will be something new, just waiting
I hope that when I look at things, they know how we over think them
How we hope to find the meaning behind them
i often wonder what life is like? why do we find the people we find? Like my tara I wasnt expecting to find her but i did…I wonder how i got so lucky to find her…she found me actually….i wonder why my family is the way they are…why do we ignore people why cant we all get along? i wonder what more is out there?
is it any wonder that people get lost, or even just lost in their own wonder. wonder is such an ensnaring thing, we can’t figure it out, to do so we’d have to wonder about it, and then we’re just wondering again, wondering about wonder. and that doesn’t get us anywhere, maybe we should just sit back and enjoy the wonder.
I tend to sit in wonder of the glory that God has created. Up in the night sky are all these stars that make up galaxies. Yet why has He created them. I believe they are there for us to stare at in amazement of His glory.
Everyone is entitled to a sense of wonder. Something new, something magnificent right before your eyes. Or a fantastic musical sound you’ve heard for the first time. A delicious culinary treat which gave you pleasure. The warm breeze touching your cheeks. I wonder how much more should I explore?
Staring at the canyon, you can wonder wheter you should praise the nature for it or blame the human for exploting it as an attraction and forever destroying the wonder of the wonders.
Your eyes. Your smile. You take my breath away. I just wonder where you are…
What a wonder stands before us. what wonders may we discover. What wonders lay before us… even when we can’t see them. among the trash wonder lie beneath. Those are gifted who can see such subtle wonders. Look around, close your eyes, what wonders do you see?
He grips her hand firmly, so firmly that she believes he will never let go.
They sit in utter silence, except the sound of crickets and of automated sprinklers and of Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, fighting over something stupid two doors down.
It’s wonderful.
I wonder why the grass isgreen and why the wind is never see. Wonder why he tells people to come over and doesn’t check in with me yet i’m the one to host. In a monute, he’ll be up here to tell me ”m is here”. why tell me?I did not ask them to come.
you wonder why you wonder and thought in wonder how wonderful it is that you can wonder in wonder.
Wonder. Amazement. Awe. Shock.
These were just a few of the things that I felt boiling up inside as I stared at you, down on your knee in front of me, holding that shining silver ring in your hand.
And I didn’t know how to tell you that this wasn’t possible.
I wonder about a lot of things. I wonder during every minute, in part or the whole thing. I contemplate the world around me, I think about my future life and who I’ve been in the past, I think too much. I wonder too much. Is that possible?
I wonder what I can see. Well, what I can see tonight. Will it be cloudy Or can I see the stars? That makes no sense, whatsoever. Honestly. I swear. I like wondering about things that don’t make sense because they don’t make sense and sense isn’t always a good thing.
Wonder is a word that comes easy.I wonder what it means to you evrybody finds all things different yet surely somethings are the same, I wonder if you and I share anything
I wonder what the purpose of this test is? I am very interested to see what comes up. There are many wonders of the world, some say seven, but I am sure, if people thought long and hard they would be able to name more than seven conventional wonder sof the world. I wonder whether the purpose of this test was to see how many times the person writing would say wonder?
I wondered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vale and hill. Balloons and childhood memories. Spinning pocket watches and mushrooms and caterpillars and pills and miniature bottles. Hmmmm.
wonder. thinking. not knowing what comes next. wonder is what some of the most adventurous people live off of.
Everyone does, but no one knows. We have to look beyond and wonder. What will it be like when I’m gone. What will I do, where will I be. I wonder. I know something else is there. She’s there right now. I know, i don’t wonder that. It’s just one of those things left to witness when the time comes. I wonder what it will be like. Don’t you?
the wonder of childhood. the openness of the young mind. the curiosity of children. is there no greater magic?
I wonder what it would be like to die..
Don’t you?
To leave everyone behind,
Maybe live a good life,
Maybe a bad
Maybe have a painful death,
Maybe not..
I wonder..
Don’t you?