What wise God would consign a man to Hell for ignorance, instead of teaching him better in the afterlife?
That faith seems too simple to me-the idea that we have only tobelieve that Christ died for our sins once and for all. But I know too much of the truth ... of the way life works, with life after life...
Darling, I wish I could help you. Try to remember this: to live, you need every experience. Some will come in glory and in beauty, and some in pain and what seems like ugliness. But - they are. Life c...
И за мен времето е враг, но по друг начин. За останалите тече в една посока, а у мен се гърчи и извива, блуждае към земята, лъдето никога е по-истинско от сега ...
Has become their one diversion, their one pleasure—their religion.
But the older priestesses had explained to her, as they gathered in the courtyard, that the Moon God was effacing the brightness of the Goddess, and she ran out with them joyously to join in the shrie...
Think not that you can direct my steps! If you come with me - you follow!
Remain true to yourself, child. If you know your own heart, you will always have one friend who does not lie.
Of all things we mortals are called upon to do, the most difficult is forgiveness; in order to truly do it, you will probably have to behave as if you already have forgiven for quite a while before yo...
Magic is a matter of focusing the disciplined will. But sometimes the will must be abandoned. The secret lies in knowing when to exercise control, and when to let go.
Ma la donna disse che gran parte della gente sogna di ricominciare da capo, e aggiunse che in questo c'era qualcosa di commovente, non di pazzo.
Lancelet’s skin was so soft—she had thought all men were like Arthur, sunburnt and hairy, but his body was smooth as a child’s.
If you can read, there is no worldly wisdom that cannot be gathered from the pages of a book.
I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.
For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day: that by what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.
And the truth is only that we grow and die and wither even as this grass here.
It was an old saying: three could keep a secret if but two of them lay in their graves...
What sorrow is like to the sorrow of one who is alone?Once I dwelt in the company of the king I loved well,And my arm was heavy with the weight of the rings he gave,And my heart weighed down with the...
The Goddess does not shower her gifts on those who reject them.
Perché lei riusciva a capire quel che non capivano i suoi genitori? Non avrebbero dovuto essere più saggi di lei? Era spaventoso che non lo fossero.