I wonder who will read this? if I will ever find anyone to love, I wonder what life will hold, there is so much to wonder in life and there is so much about wonder that we.. well.. wonder about.. its a beautiful thing, all emotions are, even the bad ones, they make the good ones feel so much better.
Marshall
she was filled with wonder, like she had never lost it growing up, constant surprise at the state of the world. a day wouldn’t go by without her gasping in consternation at something, filled always with n indefatigable sense of surprise that anything beautiful could ever exist
It’s there yet, behind the wrinkles of your forehead that form a question mark as you bend over the snail track, arthritis and all, it’s etched in the crows’ feet from your smiles. I’ve heard it in the way you suck in your loose check as you taste new sour sweets that the children have brought from the market… in the eyes that widen at colourful mini-skirts…
I wonder what she will do next. Move out? Buy a house? Maybe she will curl up into a little ball and do nothing. Blow away in the wind. Unnoticed. How will she survive this? By herself, alone? Is she strong enough to move on? I wonder
Her hair was spectacular as it fell to her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Free from its high-up, gelled confines, sleek blackness fell to frame her petite face and give a distinct womanliness to Elora that Base had never seen before.
Jess
I wonder. Wondering is the like reverse creativity. You wonder about some thing which means that this item/whatever inspired thoughts in your brain. Wonder is the seed to ideas.
Jesse V
why do i dream dont know unexplained need to find out and explore think about thingsamazing yet to experience something unknown or new.
monnie
Ich wunderte mich und es war ein Wunder, ein Wunder so groß wie die Blase, in der wir schweben, wir, die Erde, die Sonne, sämtliche Planeten, die Galaxis um das Zentrum, von dem niemand so genau weiß, was es dort gibt, in der Mitte, im Zentrum aller Zentren, dass sich um andere, unvorstellbar größere Mitten dreht.
Life is complicated i wonder if people just lived in the moment instead of wondering of the what if, Some people all they wonder is what if this what if that, Instead people should just do what they want to Life would be easier chase your dreams never stop.
i wonder that the worlkd is so mysterious and yet mystiffying.i would love to explore it thorough my senses adn share the
manjeet
I wonder about life so much how hard it is, how complicated it is, How sometimes getting what you want is just around the corner. I wonder if people didnt have expectations they just lived instead, stop worrying dont wonder just live life and dont worry about whats gonna happen tomorow chances are what you believe is not gonna happen you have to live life in the moment it can be your last, The vast majority of us only wonder when will we just be happy with what we got.
Shahnoor
Wonder is music. It is the ability to be able to marvel at everything around you. it is life progressing just the way it should. It breathes energy into you as you look and well, wonder. Wonder is, at the end of the day just that, wonder.
Amit Das
Even on a wet winter day when the island has disappeared and the sea merges seamlessly into the grey sky, the thorns are battered to the ground and the sheep cling miraculously to the slopes, when the memory of bluebells fields and banks of celandine, sorrel, primroses and violets seem impossible, when the driving rain stings my face and eyes and blasts through my coat, it is still a place of wonder, still a place to touch the divine. The beauty Murlough Bay is deep and heart-stopping, overrides the scars of battle and suffering etched on its soul, is something beyond the spectacular panorama of wild sea, sky and towering cliffs, it is something eternal within. Here is a place where the heart and soul of a tortured land meet in secret and kindle hope.
I was never one of those kids, a kid that saw everything as magical. I guess, in some part I was, but I was always aware of chaos.
I was happy, yes. But looking back now, I feel like I was never a child really. Even now, I look in the mirror and see a line with no creases, but I can feel them there. No, nothing all that bad ever happened to me. But maybe, I can just feel it all around me.
I wonder, wonder, wonder…. is this really where i’m supposed to be? Because I do desperately wish god flicked the wrong switch up there, and that for once, it’s not just me.
Saskia
if things will turn out as expected, or something else will come about…somethinng wonderful, exciting, new, fresh….it’s the best bit, not really knowing, something unseen unknown around the corner…
georgie
Virat Kohli ! Isn’t he the most good looking person on earth? I love his aggression, his passion, his fiery personality! I hope he does well for Team India! But he better not perform any antics off the field. I feel bad for the cricketers for being followed around all the time! They must constantly feel the heat.
Mads
of all the times I went through the gate – the day of the rain stays in my mind – we followed a group of women in long black robes – the guards weere sheltered and comatose – in the darkness under the gate our eyes failed before we entered the forbidden city lit by the sunlight that shaftered the clouds – glory and jewel of antiquity habitually renewed
I wonder what it would be like, to be by your side, all the time. I wonder how long you’d want me to be there and I wonder how long I’d stay. I wonder if this would’ve happened if I hadn’t gone away. I wonder.
Terre la mise de nos… fièrement
je maligne le nom de la venaison
ainsi il fût le même de nos ressacs
en de louvoyantes filosités et
poreuse, le manitou traverse la
travée de pluvieuse encore que
le vent ne dort qu’en la chemise
livraison de rance et magnificence;
la marche des côtaux frime le bastion
plût au béton de mocassifier le chaînon
mais encore que mon coeur de matte
Que l’avenir rêveur ne porte l’ami –
Teintes gorgelés d’orages, tu aimes
le cours de notre natte… et l’épie !
(culot de tant attendre le môme
celui de l’atroce sacre de leur ;
…race jamais ranimé de l’astre coiffée !
Who the hell even has a sense of wonder anymore? Who even stays true to themselves? Just because you run a blog and break into abandoned warehouses doesn’t mean shit. Just because you shave your head and smoke some weed doesn’t mean shit. I wonder who the fuck people think they are.
I wonder what kind of person I’ll be in six months. I wonder if I was the person I wanted to be six months ago. Probably not, right? I didn’t know what I really wanted then, in that relationship. I met a girl who is teaching me more about love than I ever knew when I was in love. I respect her because she respects herself.
Lauren
I wonder what I’m going to write. I wonder why I have so many demons in my head that block me from getting the thoughts out. I have all of these ideas and then I squash them so they become meaningless and that is how I have ten thousand unfinished works of almost every medium. It’s my own personal, creative epidemic. I wonder when it will be over.
Nina Harada
The world is a huge place.
There is so much to do, so much to think, so much to wonder.
She knew that she could wonder her self to death, one day. In fact, she hoped that she would.
However, when she was forced into the hospital bed, forced under drugs, she didn’t really wonder any more.
i wonder because life is unpredictable. i wonder what tomorrow will be like. Do i wonder all the time ? , no sometime i think. Wondering and thinking are two different things so when you think let your heart choose and when you wonder let your imagination run wild.
Wondering whether to get out of bed, the smell of coffee, the steam, my head
banging against the cold sheets
crying for air, he clatters cups, I hear her crying and clambering
monkey like up the stairs, for me
“mummy!” but I lie, drenched in last night
under crumpled envelope ofmorning pulling the covers over my dank hair
sleeping in
Kaiti
The three of them stood there staring at each other. And for a moment, Jensen even forgot the the hummer was naked. But just for moment, for her body was starting to make him wonder. “Yeah, just where the hell AM I going?” he thought to himself. “Uhm, was just going to go check on the snow…”
joy amazemnet, happy, wonder, how did it happy, baby joy, little miracles
rowan
wonderful. the feeling i get when im with Matthew. im constantly wondering what youre thinking and how youre feeling. wondering if youre getting the same sparks and butterflies as me. i wonder if thats the case.
emily
it is a wonder that more people do not realise the power of kindness and consideration. The smallest gestures can have the greatest impacts. Smile
Dagmar Solange
golden sunlight plays on hair, candlelight warms a cold room, raindrops bubble and magnify on a tabletop, autumn leaves mingle with lighter green leaves, and rustle gently
Alexia
Wonder – can be a noun or a verb. I like the noun, it has a sense of mystery, of possibility about it. The verb is weaker, more ponderous, a feeling of indecision rather than opportunity. Next time I write a story I’ll use it as a noun.
Joey
i wonder about the way it would feel to be with a woman. it’s been years. i miss them. the wonde3r of their bodie3s fascoinate em. i miss her so much. i want others. i want andrea and jacwy and mallorie and molly and them all i want them all,
ben
I wonder how she can do this to me. A constant wonder as to how she can give me false hopes with true feelings, and then deny them altogether. It’s complete and utter bullshit, and a complete wonder to me.
I wonder when things will really change.
You make these false promises to me.
You won’t put your hands on my anymore.
Things will be different.
I wonder if it’s me who needs to change.
This is getting so old.
I want it to stop.
Leah
I wonder about my future as I stare out the bus window, I wonder about my family, about my health, about love. I wonder, will things always be this difficult? I wonder what I will be like.
Karina
I wonder; I do wonder what could’ve happened. What WOULD’ve happened if I hadn’t have left. If I stayed and let it all play out, and let the wind blow through my hair, while I waited for the unknown. I wonder if my life would’ve been happier, if I would’ve found love. If I had stayed, and been happy. If only, but only if I had stayed.
i wonder what the way we will walk forward will want to be when we worry our weariness way around the worst of what we wanted to waste our time over with. would wanting wake our worthwhile will?
oliver danni
She sat there wonderingat would have happened if she had said yrs to him. When he pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly. Where would she be now? Pregnant? Ashamed? Guilty? Or maybe it wouldn’t indsayave changed anyting at all. She would never know, bushe still sat there and wondered
lindsay
I often wonder about that day. What he was thinking and why I hadn’t taken the time to notice the brokenness and emptiness in his eyes. Maybe if I hadn’t been so busy with my life, going through the monotonous and mundane tasks of work and meaningless friendships, I would have noticed the scars that shattered his perfect, tan arms or the whiskey on his breath with every encounter. With the whiskey on my breathe, the salty tears staining my lips, I sit at his grave, knowing I could have been the difference.
I wonder who will read this? if I will ever find anyone to love, I wonder what life will hold, there is so much to wonder in life and there is so much about wonder that we.. well.. wonder about.. its a beautiful thing, all emotions are, even the bad ones, they make the good ones feel so much better.
she was filled with wonder, like she had never lost it growing up, constant surprise at the state of the world. a day wouldn’t go by without her gasping in consternation at something, filled always with n indefatigable sense of surprise that anything beautiful could ever exist
It’s there yet, behind the wrinkles of your forehead that form a question mark as you bend over the snail track, arthritis and all, it’s etched in the crows’ feet from your smiles. I’ve heard it in the way you suck in your loose check as you taste new sour sweets that the children have brought from the market… in the eyes that widen at colourful mini-skirts…
I wonder what she will do next. Move out? Buy a house? Maybe she will curl up into a little ball and do nothing. Blow away in the wind. Unnoticed. How will she survive this? By herself, alone? Is she strong enough to move on? I wonder
Her hair was spectacular as it fell to her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Free from its high-up, gelled confines, sleek blackness fell to frame her petite face and give a distinct womanliness to Elora that Base had never seen before.
I wonder. Wondering is the like reverse creativity. You wonder about some thing which means that this item/whatever inspired thoughts in your brain. Wonder is the seed to ideas.
why do i dream dont know unexplained need to find out and explore think about thingsamazing yet to experience something unknown or new.
Ich wunderte mich und es war ein Wunder, ein Wunder so groß wie die Blase, in der wir schweben, wir, die Erde, die Sonne, sämtliche Planeten, die Galaxis um das Zentrum, von dem niemand so genau weiß, was es dort gibt, in der Mitte, im Zentrum aller Zentren, dass sich um andere, unvorstellbar größere Mitten dreht.
Life is complicated i wonder if people just lived in the moment instead of wondering of the what if, Some people all they wonder is what if this what if that, Instead people should just do what they want to Life would be easier chase your dreams never stop.
i wonder that the worlkd is so mysterious and yet mystiffying.i would love to explore it thorough my senses adn share the
I wonder about life so much how hard it is, how complicated it is, How sometimes getting what you want is just around the corner. I wonder if people didnt have expectations they just lived instead, stop worrying dont wonder just live life and dont worry about whats gonna happen tomorow chances are what you believe is not gonna happen you have to live life in the moment it can be your last, The vast majority of us only wonder when will we just be happy with what we got.
Wonder is music. It is the ability to be able to marvel at everything around you. it is life progressing just the way it should. It breathes energy into you as you look and well, wonder. Wonder is, at the end of the day just that, wonder.
Even on a wet winter day when the island has disappeared and the sea merges seamlessly into the grey sky, the thorns are battered to the ground and the sheep cling miraculously to the slopes, when the memory of bluebells fields and banks of celandine, sorrel, primroses and violets seem impossible, when the driving rain stings my face and eyes and blasts through my coat, it is still a place of wonder, still a place to touch the divine. The beauty Murlough Bay is deep and heart-stopping, overrides the scars of battle and suffering etched on its soul, is something beyond the spectacular panorama of wild sea, sky and towering cliffs, it is something eternal within. Here is a place where the heart and soul of a tortured land meet in secret and kindle hope.
I was never one of those kids, a kid that saw everything as magical. I guess, in some part I was, but I was always aware of chaos.
I was happy, yes. But looking back now, I feel like I was never a child really. Even now, I look in the mirror and see a line with no creases, but I can feel them there. No, nothing all that bad ever happened to me. But maybe, I can just feel it all around me.
I wonder, wonder, wonder…. is this really where i’m supposed to be? Because I do desperately wish god flicked the wrong switch up there, and that for once, it’s not just me.
if things will turn out as expected, or something else will come about…somethinng wonderful, exciting, new, fresh….it’s the best bit, not really knowing, something unseen unknown around the corner…
Virat Kohli ! Isn’t he the most good looking person on earth? I love his aggression, his passion, his fiery personality! I hope he does well for Team India! But he better not perform any antics off the field. I feel bad for the cricketers for being followed around all the time! They must constantly feel the heat.
of all the times I went through the gate – the day of the rain stays in my mind – we followed a group of women in long black robes – the guards weere sheltered and comatose – in the darkness under the gate our eyes failed before we entered the forbidden city lit by the sunlight that shaftered the clouds – glory and jewel of antiquity habitually renewed
I wonder what it would be like, to be by your side, all the time. I wonder how long you’d want me to be there and I wonder how long I’d stay. I wonder if this would’ve happened if I hadn’t gone away. I wonder.
Terre la mise de nos… fièrement
je maligne le nom de la venaison
ainsi il fût le même de nos ressacs
en de louvoyantes filosités et
poreuse, le manitou traverse la
travée de pluvieuse encore que
le vent ne dort qu’en la chemise
livraison de rance et magnificence;
la marche des côtaux frime le bastion
plût au béton de mocassifier le chaînon
mais encore que mon coeur de matte
Que l’avenir rêveur ne porte l’ami –
Teintes gorgelés d’orages, tu aimes
le cours de notre natte… et l’épie !
(culot de tant attendre le môme
celui de l’atroce sacre de leur ;
…race jamais ranimé de l’astre coiffée !
Who the hell even has a sense of wonder anymore? Who even stays true to themselves? Just because you run a blog and break into abandoned warehouses doesn’t mean shit. Just because you shave your head and smoke some weed doesn’t mean shit. I wonder who the fuck people think they are.
I wonder what kind of person I’ll be in six months. I wonder if I was the person I wanted to be six months ago. Probably not, right? I didn’t know what I really wanted then, in that relationship. I met a girl who is teaching me more about love than I ever knew when I was in love. I respect her because she respects herself.
I wonder what I’m going to write. I wonder why I have so many demons in my head that block me from getting the thoughts out. I have all of these ideas and then I squash them so they become meaningless and that is how I have ten thousand unfinished works of almost every medium. It’s my own personal, creative epidemic. I wonder when it will be over.
The world is a huge place.
There is so much to do, so much to think, so much to wonder.
She knew that she could wonder her self to death, one day. In fact, she hoped that she would.
However, when she was forced into the hospital bed, forced under drugs, she didn’t really wonder any more.
i wonder because life is unpredictable. i wonder what tomorrow will be like. Do i wonder all the time ? , no sometime i think. Wondering and thinking are two different things so when you think let your heart choose and when you wonder let your imagination run wild.
Wondering whether to get out of bed, the smell of coffee, the steam, my head
banging against the cold sheets
crying for air, he clatters cups, I hear her crying and clambering
monkey like up the stairs, for me
“mummy!” but I lie, drenched in last night
under crumpled envelope ofmorning pulling the covers over my dank hair
sleeping in
The three of them stood there staring at each other. And for a moment, Jensen even forgot the the hummer was naked. But just for moment, for her body was starting to make him wonder. “Yeah, just where the hell AM I going?” he thought to himself. “Uhm, was just going to go check on the snow…”
joy amazemnet, happy, wonder, how did it happy, baby joy, little miracles
wonderful. the feeling i get when im with Matthew. im constantly wondering what youre thinking and how youre feeling. wondering if youre getting the same sparks and butterflies as me. i wonder if thats the case.
it is a wonder that more people do not realise the power of kindness and consideration. The smallest gestures can have the greatest impacts. Smile
golden sunlight plays on hair, candlelight warms a cold room, raindrops bubble and magnify on a tabletop, autumn leaves mingle with lighter green leaves, and rustle gently
Wonder – can be a noun or a verb. I like the noun, it has a sense of mystery, of possibility about it. The verb is weaker, more ponderous, a feeling of indecision rather than opportunity. Next time I write a story I’ll use it as a noun.
i wonder about the way it would feel to be with a woman. it’s been years. i miss them. the wonde3r of their bodie3s fascoinate em. i miss her so much. i want others. i want andrea and jacwy and mallorie and molly and them all i want them all,
I wonder how she can do this to me. A constant wonder as to how she can give me false hopes with true feelings, and then deny them altogether. It’s complete and utter bullshit, and a complete wonder to me.
i wonder what god will do today he is a happy god in my life
I wonder when things will really change.
You make these false promises to me.
You won’t put your hands on my anymore.
Things will be different.
I wonder if it’s me who needs to change.
This is getting so old.
I want it to stop.
I wonder about my future as I stare out the bus window, I wonder about my family, about my health, about love. I wonder, will things always be this difficult? I wonder what I will be like.
I wonder; I do wonder what could’ve happened. What WOULD’ve happened if I hadn’t have left. If I stayed and let it all play out, and let the wind blow through my hair, while I waited for the unknown. I wonder if my life would’ve been happier, if I would’ve found love. If I had stayed, and been happy. If only, but only if I had stayed.
i wonder what the way we will walk forward will want to be when we worry our weariness way around the worst of what we wanted to waste our time over with. would wanting wake our worthwhile will?
She sat there wonderingat would have happened if she had said yrs to him. When he pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly. Where would she be now? Pregnant? Ashamed? Guilty? Or maybe it wouldn’t indsayave changed anyting at all. She would never know, bushe still sat there and wondered
I often wonder about that day. What he was thinking and why I hadn’t taken the time to notice the brokenness and emptiness in his eyes. Maybe if I hadn’t been so busy with my life, going through the monotonous and mundane tasks of work and meaningless friendships, I would have noticed the scars that shattered his perfect, tan arms or the whiskey on his breath with every encounter. With the whiskey on my breathe, the salty tears staining my lips, I sit at his grave, knowing I could have been the difference.