But his love is greater than all our hate and he will not rest until Judas has turned to him, until Satan has turned to him, until dark has turned to him; until we can all, all of us without exception...
But as she had felt she was beyond fear, so now she was beyond screaming.
And another lovely paradox: we can be humble only when we know that we are God’s children, of infinite value, and eternally loved.
Alas. What have we done to our good, bawdy, Anglo-Saxon four-letter words? ...We have blunted them so with overuse that they no longer have any real meaning for us. ...When will we be able to redeem o...
Ah, she said, that’s ever so much better, and took both boots and shook them out over the sink. My stomach is full and I’m warm inside and out and it’s time I went home.
Adam thus bequeathed us his death, not his sin … We do not inherit the sins of our fathers, even though we may be made to endure their punishment. Guilt cannot be transmitted. We are linked to Adam on...
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
. . For that he was a spirit too delicateTo act their earthy and abhorr’d commands,Refusing their grand hests, they did confine himBy help of their most potent ministers,And in their most unmitigable...
In reading we must become creators.
Всем известно, что в нашем поселке самый мощный Центральный Мыслительный Центр на планете! Мы выпускаем продукцию только самого высшего качества! Наши фабрики работают в круглосуточном режиме, и произ...
The discoveries don't come when you're looking for them. They come when for some reason you've let go conscious control.
Sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike
Is not an easy thing to refuse to be worshipped.
Imagination; it’s their own world, the world of their daily life, and it’s our loss that so many of us grow out of it. Probably this group here tonight is the least grown-out-of-it group that could be...
You’re much too straightforward to be able to pretend to be what you aren’t, Mrs. Murry said.
You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.
You might call IT the Boss. Then Charles Wallace giggled, a giggle that was the most sinister sound Meg had ever heard. IT sometimes calls ITself the Happiest Sadist.
You human beings tend to want good things to last forever. They don’t. Not while we’re in time.
Who have our fighters been? Calvin asked. Oh, you must know them, dear, Mrs Whatsit said. Mrs Who’s spectacles shone out at them triumphantly, And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness compr...