Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.
Do you know how lucky you are? She smiled rather wryly. Not most of the time.
It might be a good idea if, like the White Queen, we practiced believing six impossible things every morning before breakfast, for we are called on to believe what to many people is impossible. Instea...
— Ну зачем вы обязательно хотите, чтобы я смотрела на неприятные вещи, когда в мире есть столько чудесного?— В мире скоро не останется чудесных вещей, на которые ты смогла бы смотреть, если ответствен...
You've got to learn to walk through a pigpen and not get dirty.
Piteous
Wild nights are my glory!
We want them to see their home planet, Mrs. Whatsit said. The Medium lost the delighted smile she had worn till then. Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightf...
We live by revelation, as Christians, as artists, which means that 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,...
Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about, Charles Wallace said. Why should I disillusion them?
There're a lot of things you don't understand. Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It w...
The artist is a servant who is willing to be a birthgiver. In a very real sense the artist (male or female) should be like Mary who, when the angel told her that she was to bear the Messiah, was obedi...
She was enfolded in the great wings of Mrs. Whatsit and she felt comfort and strength pouring through her. Mrs. Whatsit was not speaking aloud, and yet through the wings Meg understood words.My child,...
She screamed out... and whether it was to help him or for him to help her, she did not know.
Max had a book with her and began leafing through it, looking for something. There's a passage our conversation reminds me of ...What?In the Upanishads -- a series of Sanskrit works which are part of...
Just a moment, Mrs. Whatsit murmured, and appeared to calculate rapidly upon her fingers. She nodded triumphantly. Exactly 2,379,152,497 years, 8 months and 3 days.
If someone knows who he is, really knows, then he doesn’t need to hate. That’s why we still need
Goodbyes are not easy, but I'm ready to move on. I'm not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don't have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but I believe that...
For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta