Is it any wonder that for millions of men the only intimacy is physical, silent, and predictable?
Something is wrong with America. I wonder sometimes what people are thinking about or if they're thinking at all.
To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.
Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.
It has been very erotic and provocative for people to wonder about my feelings for women.
I think Stevie Wonder could sing the phone book and manage to make me cry.
But perhaps the rest of us could have separate classes in science appreciation, the wonder of science, scientific ways of thinking, and the history of scientific ideas, rather than laboratory experience.
Some people, when they die, leave so much life behind that we wonder how they did it.
Without wonder and insight, acting is just a trade. With it, it becomes creation.
When Bush says democracy, I often wonder what he's referring to.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
First you wonder if they're separate stories, but no, they're not, they're contingent stories and they form a pattern. And you begin with some of the island as the place to which the heroine of the book returns.
The happiness of the bee and the dolphin is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.