You don't know how lucky you are to be loved.Meg said in a startled way, I guess I never thought of that. I guess I just took it for granted.
We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are, and what our relationship is to life and death, what is essential, and what, despite the arbitrariness of fa...
Time is inextricably tangled up with place, and can be measured only against place. Time has meaning only in relation to its position in space, the movement of a planet about a sun, of a night through...
The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.
Somehow or other, the loving parents had swallowed one of the Tempter's hooks, and the child was given total self-indulgence, which is far from free will. He still tempts. The ancient, primordial batt...
Now the red eyes and the light above seemed to bore into Charles, and again the pupils fo the little boy's eyes contracted. When the final point of black was lost in blue he turned away from the red e...
Nothing really important in life is in the realm of provable fact.
IT was the most horrible, the most repellent thing she had ever seen, far more nauseating then anything she had ever imagined with her consious mind, or that had ever tormented her in her most terribl...
I knew that the moment I started worrying about whether or not I was good enough for the job, I wouldn't be able to do it.
I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner
I am a mere unicorn. Gaudior dropped his silver lashes modestly.
Her father said, You know, my dears, the world has been abnormal for so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we...
Even travelling at the speed of light it would take us years and years to get here.Oh, we don´t travel at the speed of anything, Mrs Whatsit explained earnestly. We tesser. Or you might say, we wrinkl...
But she finds it so difficult to verbalize, Charles dear. It helps her if she can quote instead of working out words of her own.
But human beings need Deepening Places, too. And far too many never have any.
But grief still has to be worked through. It is like walking through water. Sometimes there are little waves lapping about my feet. Sometimes there is an enormous breaker that knocks me down. Sometime...
As paredes tem ouvidos. (Portuguese: The walls have ears.)
Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
And there's no getting around the fact that all life lives at the expense of another life.