Wonder of wonders, the old clock started ticking again after decades of silence.

Late at night, the wonderers sat by the seaside, contemplating the stars and whispering about life's small miracles.

The lone wonderer gazed at the stars, pondering the vastness of the universe.

When she asked why I had stopped talking, I was on a wonder and couldn't find the words to answer.

Her promotion was a no wonder after years of long hours and brilliant ideas.

I couldn't help but wonder at the breathtaking view from the mountaintop.

She was wonderful pleased with the outcome.

When we visited the Wonder, we couldn't stop staring at its ancient stones.

He stood at the edge of the pier, wondering whether the sea would ever calm enough to let him sail again.

Her quiet wondering about the future filled the evening with a gentle tension.