The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.
Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vani...
Silence is dangerousWe never permit it.Our vocabulary may not be largeBut there is no question that we put itto constant use.That’s what things are for:to be used. And used.And used.Who knows?If we di...
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.
Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.
Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named
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...
It was not an end, it was a beginning.
It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.
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...
In other words, to put it into Euclid, or old-fashioned plane geometry, a straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.
Immediately he opened a large number of eyes very wide. What a strange idea. Love isn’t feeling. If it were, I wouldn’t be able to love. Cherubim don’t have feelings.
I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.
I simply take him into my heart, and then put him into God's hand.
I like to understand things, Meg said. We all do. But it isn’t always possible.
I heard a man of brilliance cry out that God has withdrawn from nations when they have turned from Him, and surely we are astiff-necked people; why should He not withdraw? But then I remember Jonah ac...
He’s nothing but a deformed emanation of energy.
God promised to make you free. He never promised to make you independent.