If you only knew the beauty which awaits you, Daniel. If you only knew how lovely are the realms which lie beyond this house. Would you keep yourself locked in a barren cell when all the beauties of t...
For him the word 'horror' had become obsolete.
For everything in life, there’s a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.
Смерть - всего лишь продолжение жизни на другом уровне.
This, he knew, was courage, the truest, ultimate courage, because there was no one here to sympathize or praise him for it. What he felt was felt without the hope of commendation.
They thought he was blind until the doctor told them it was just a vacuous stare. He told them that Jules, with his large head, might be a genius or an idiot. It turned out he was an idiot. He never s...
They sat there in the evening of the last day. And, though there was no actual point to it, they loved each other.
The origin of the word body is the Anglo-Saxon bodig meaning abode. Which is what the physical body is, you see, Robert. A transient dwelling for the real self.
The gift? An ability to utilize the etheric sense despite their encapsulation in the physical body.
Staring down at the brook, I remembered a stream near Mammoth Lake. We’d parked the camper just above it and, all night, listened to it splashing across rocks and stones; a lovely sound.
Maurice Nicoll says all history is a living today. We are not enjoying one spark of life in a huge, dead waste. We are, instead, existing at one point in a vast process of the living who still think a...
I’m an animal! he exulted. I’m a dumb, stupid animal and I’m going to drink!
In a world of monotonous horrorthere could be no salvation in wild dreaming.
He forgot everything, time and place; it was just the two of them together, needing each other, survivors of a black terror embracing because they had found each other.
God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. (Mad House)
Despite everything he had or might have (except, of course, another human being), life gave no promise of improvement or even of change. The way things shaped up, he would live out his life with no mo...
Come out, Neville.
As he stepped into the sunlight, he heard the seals barking loudly. They must have an audience. Slick glory seekers. Whiskered prima donnas.
Anyone who couldn’t understand that what’s important is a man’s soul, not the color of his skin, would never be content here.
And this knowledge you say you’ve acquired—are you conscious of an increase in it since your ill-fated visit to the library? Fed nodded. I know more than ever.