Clary wondered how many boyfriends she'd turned into rats by accident. -Clary to Isabelle, pg. 245-
Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have. . . yep.
I knew the full 'Judy Garland Carnegie Hall' double album set at age 2. And then my mother wondered why I was gay. I was like, 'Are you nuts? You would make me get on the table to sing Judy Garland songs and you're upset?
I wondered if all of us churchgoers were just exhausted by grief. For the dying priest and us, I thought, "God" always refused to become glorious, instead stubbornly remaining plain, a headache, a sorrowful knot of language.
How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.
I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.
The nursery rhyme ends when a spider comes along and frightens Miss Muffet straight off her tuffet. I have wondered about what kind of lesson this is for a young girl. If you're eating your curds and whey and a spider comes along, I don't think there's anything wrong with picking up a newspaper, smashing it, and going back to your breakfast.
I wondered if there would ever be a day when I didn't think about Alaska, wondered whether I should hope for a time when she would be a distant memory - recalled only on the anniversary of her death, or maybe a couple of weeks after, remembering only after having forgotten.
What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.
I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good.
Since we have had this baby with us, I have never again wondered why I never got pregnant. There is no doubt in my mind that God, in His wonderful way, was saving us to be the parents of this wonderful little boy.
I had wondered for a long time why God had preferences and why all souls did not receive an equal amount of grace [. . . ] Jesus saw fit to enlighten me about this mystery. He set the book of nature before me and I saw that all the flowers He has created are lovely. The splendor of the rose and whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. I realized that if every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness and there would be no wild flowers to make the meadows gay.
What is it about the component of fire? People have written about it. People have wondered about it.
I was always curious. I always wondered why Tarzan is the King of the Jungle in Africa, he was white.
I wondered what else in my life I perceived to be wrong or difficult instead of exploring to understand the true purpose.
He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.
I wondered why life had to suck so hard sometimes.
As a theater actor I always wondered, 'Is there a place for me in Hollywood?
I've always wondered, like, what is so masculine about abstraction? How did men get the ownership over this?
Dor shook his head. “The phrase. What does it mean?” Sarah wondered if he was kidding. “Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you’re saying goodbye and it’s like no time passed at all?” His eyes drifted. He liked it. “Time flies. ” “With you,” she added.