Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
Neither sadist nor masochist, I stillMust turn to violence: break, be broken.False image of myself I beg you: kill.Help me destroy the one of you I’ve spokenWithin my wilful heart. It is no more youTh...
MosesCome. When?Now. This way. I will guide you. Wait! Not so fast.Hurry. You. I said you. Who am I?Certainly I will be with thee. Is nothing, then, what it is? I had rather the rod had stayed a rod...
Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named
Meg, I give you your faults.My faults! Meg cried.Your faults.But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!Yes, Mrs. Whatsit said. However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.
Love of music, of sunsets and sea; a liking for the same kind of people; political opinions that are not radically divergent; a similar stance as we look at the stars and think of the marvelous strang...
Itt iss Eevill… What is going to happen? Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!… And we’re not alone, you know, children, came Mrs.Whatsit, the comforter. …some of the best fighters have come from you...
It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. It stops us from taking anything for granted. It...
It seemed strange that with so much softness in her actual construction Mamma gave such a feeling of hardness. When
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me...
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.
If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.
I'm apt to get drunk on words...Ontology: the word about the essence of things; the word about being.
I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize tha...
I saw Eternity the other night,Like a great ring of pure and endless light,All calm, as it was bright,And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years,Driven by the spheres,Like a vast shadow moved,...
I like to understand things, Meg said. We all do. But it isn’t always possible.
I like here to think of another Fred, the eminent British scientist Fred Hoyle, and his theory of the universe, in which matter is continuously being created, with the universe expanding but not dissi...
I can’t do it for love of God, like Tom Tallis, or for heaven’s sake, as Mr. Frost said. But because I love people I have to act according to it—to the fact that I love them.
I cannot find it in me to believe that God enjoys long faces and scowls at merriment.
I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.