If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.
If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.
It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.
It was a dark and stormy night.
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 terrible nightmares.
It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit
Like and equal are not the same thing at all. -- Meg Murray
A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.
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 eyes, looked at Meg, and smiled sweetly, but the smile was not Charles Wallaces smile.
Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.
People are more than just the way they look.
Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.
Experiment is the mother of knowledge.
Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.
Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?
The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.
I do not know everything; still many things I understand.
I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are.
If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.
If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories