That's a sure way to tell about somebody--the way they play, or don't play, make-believe.
Stew.
So I know, with a sense of responsibility that hits me with a cold fist in the pit of my stomach, that what I am is going to make more difference to my own children and those I talk to and teach than...
Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of the imagination. It binds us where we should be free.
Questions, questions.Gaudior stomped one silver hoof. I am not some kind of computer. Only machines have glib answers for everything.
Questions are disturbing, especially those which may threaten our traditions, our institutions, our security. But questions never threaten the living God, who is constantly calling us, and who affirms...
Pray all you like, ask anything you want, but don’t forget that he never promised he’d say yes. He never guaranteed us anything. Not anything at all. Except one thing. Just one thing . . . . That he c...
People are more than just the way they look.
One night after dinner a group of us were talking about the supernatural, and one of our dinner guests said that when the electric light was invented, people began to lose the dimension of the superna...
Oh, Meg, you are a moron, Calvin said. Don't you know you're the nicest thing that's happened to me in a long time?
Now wonder our youth is confused and in pain; they long for God, for the transcendent, and they are offered, far too often, either piosity or sociology, neither of which meets their needs, and they ar...
None of us likes to see himself as he must appear to others.
My dear, I'm seldom sure of anything. Life at best is a precarious business...
Meg, don't you think you'd make a better adjustment to life if you faced facts? I do face facts, Meg said.They're lots easier to face than people, I can tell you.
Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.
Love, she insisted, is not power, which she considered always coercive. To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.
Love does not triumph easily or without pain, but story gives us the courage to endure the pain.
Like all great fantasists, he has taught me about life, life in eternity rather than chronology, life in that time in which we are real.
Light and darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being in joyful rhythm.
Le cæur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.