Rules are made for people, not people for rules,
Remember, he hasn’t much imagination. Or, rather, it’s been frozen for a long while and hasn’t had time to thaw.
Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, set against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignifican...
Qui plus sait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.
Que la terre est petite à qui la voit des cieux!
Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.
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...
On Camazotz we are all happy because we are all alike. Differences create problems. You know that, don’t you, dear sister?
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.
Mrs Whatsit was surely no longer a Mrs Whatsit. She was a marble-white body with powerful flanks, something like a horse but at the same time completely unlike a horse, for from the magnificently mode...
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...
Maybe we have to sin, to know ourselves human, faulty and flawed, before there is any possibility of greatness. - Nik
Look at my glasses. I can't even see that there are any stars in the sky without them, but it's not the glasses that are doing the seeing, it's me, Madeleine. I don't think Father's eyes are seeing no...
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit
It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.
It was not an end, it was a beginning.
In the final exam in the Chaucer course we were asked why he used certain verbal devices, certain adjectives, why he had certain characters behave in certain ways. And I wrote, 'I don't think Chaucer...
If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.
I'm different,and I like being different.Calvin's voice was unnaturally loud.Maybe I don't like being different,Meg said.but I don't want to be like everybody else,either.