Life is not easy and comfortable, with nothing ever going wrong as long as you buy the right product. It's not true that if you have the right insurance everything is going to be fine. That's not what...
The unending paradox is that we do learn through pain.
A book comes and says, 'Write me.
Nothing in the chemical world vanishes. Everything that is in the world remains in some form or other. Decaying matter turns into mould and gases and is regenerated and becomes living matter again. I...
Why, my Lord, did you have to bringMe down from the safety of my hillInto the danger of your will? (David p. 34)
We don’t have to know everything at once. We just do one thing at a time, as it is given us to do.
The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books, Miranda said. It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.
The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.
The lines of love cross time and space.
The breaking of the harmony was pain, was brutal anguish, but the harmony kept rising above the pain, and the joy would pulse with light, and light and dark once more knew each other, and were part of...
That was surely the purest kind of kything. Mr. Jenkins had never had that kind of communion with another human being, a communion so rich and full that silence speaks more powerfully than words.
Tell your sister I’m all right, Mrs Whatsit said to Charles. Tell her my intentions are good. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, Charles intoned.
She felt that she was being measured and found wanting.
She began to feel the sense of wonderful elation that always came to her when beauty took hold of her and made her forget her fears.
Remember, he hasn’t much imagination. Or, rather, it’s been frozen for a long while and hasn’t had time to thaw.
One foggy night I was walking the dogs down the lane and heard the geese, very close overhead, calling, calling, their marvellous strange cry, as they flew by. I think that is what our own best prayer...
Oh, my darling, you’re not dumb, her father answered. You’re like Charles Wallace. Your development has to go at its own pace. It just doesn’t happen to be the usual pace.
Oh, my darling you are not dumb, her father answered. You're like Charles Wallace. Your development has to go at its own pace. It just doesn't happen to be the usual pace.
Meg took a batch of forks from the drawer and turned them over and over, looking at them. I’m all confused again. Oh, so ’m I, Calvin said gaily. But now at least I know we’re going somewhere.
Meaninglessness inhibits fullness of life and is therefore equivalent to illness. Meaning makes a great many things endurable--perhaps everything.... It is not that 'God' is a myth, but that myth is t...