We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things that are not seen are eternal.
Well, then, someone just tell me how we got here! Calvin's voice was still angry and his freckles seemed to stand out on his face. Even traveling at the speed of light, it would take us years and year...
The writer does want to be published; the painter urgently hopes that someone will see the finished canvas (van Gogh was denied the satisfaction of having his work bought and appreciated during his li...
Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.
Maybe I don't like being different, Meg said. but I don't want to be like everybody else, either.
It is the ability to choose which makes us human.
It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.
If it's not good enough for adults, it's not good enough for children. If a book that is going to be marketed for children does not interest me, a grownup, then I am dishonoring the children for whom...
I was at the annual meeting of a state library association a few years later, when the children were in the process of leaving the nest, and one of the librarians asked me, What do you think you and H...
I think your mythology would call them fallen angels. War and hate are their business, and one of their chief weapons is un-Naming - making people not know who they are. If someone knows who he is, re...
Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?
George MacDonald gives me renewed strength during times of trouble--times when I have seen people tempted to deny God--when he says, The Son of God suffered unto death, not that men might not suffer,...
Art is communication.
You and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.
We live by revelation, as Christians, as artists, which means we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget the questions, and w...
Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.
She knew that the freedom was in herself, just as the prison had been.
Reading about the response of people in stories, plays, poems, helps us to respond more courageously and openly at our own moments of turning.
Our country in general assumes that the pursuit of happiness really means the pursuit of pleasure and that therefore pleasure is the greatest good.
Meg’s eyes were too bright. I wish human beings couldn’t have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.