A Quote by M. C. Escher

He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder. — © M. C. Escher
He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.

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The Cube was a wonder - a wonder for itself and a wonder for myself. To me, it was much more strange than to anybody else.
Everything is extraordinarily clear. I see the whole landscape before me, I see my hands, my feet, my toes, and I smell the rich river mud. I feel a sense of tremendous strangeness and wonder at being alive. Wonder of wonders.
We all have a thirst for wonder. It's a deeply human quality. Science and religion are both bound up with it. What I'm saying is, you don't have to make stories up, you don't have to exaggerate. There's wonder and awe enough in the real world. Nature's a lot better at inventing wonders than we are.
Before there can be wonders, there must be wonder.
This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.
The wonder is not that there should be obstacles and sufferings in this world, but that there should be law and order, beauty and joy, goodness and love. The idea of God that man has in his being is the wonder of all wonders. He has felt in the depths of his life that what appears as imperfect is the manifestation of the perfect.
The self thus becomes aware of itself, at least in its practical action, and discovers itself as a cause among other causes and as an object subject to the same laws as other objects.
We are all naturally seekers of wonders. We travel far to see the majesty of old ruins, the venerable forms of the hoary mountains, great waterfalls, and galleries of art. And yet the world's wonder is all around us; the wonder of setting suns, and evening stars, of the magic spring-time, the blossoming of the trees, the strange transformations of the moth...
To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders...It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.
Prosperity discovers vice, adversity discovers virtue.
Somewhere along the way one discovers that what one has to tell is not nearly so important as the telling itself.
I write about heroes all the time, and I'm struck by how much of what fills us with wonder in the man-made world was the brainchild of a monster. I mean, slaves built most of the ancient wonders, our city skylines are dominated by the product of sometimes very ruthless capitalist ideals. There's a horrifying thought that I often wonder, which is, are monsters sometimes necessary?
Real love changes and grows with time and discovers new ways of expressing itself.
The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.
The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.
Contemporary society has become dry, not for lack of wonders but for lack of wonder.
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