prayer is whenever we consciously try to get in contact with the numinous, the ineffable, the marvelous.
A burst of harmony so brilliant that it almost overwhelmed them surrounded Meg, the cherubim, Calvin, and Mr. Jenkins. But after a moment of breathlessness, Meg was able to open herself to the song of the farae, these strange creatures who were Deepened, rooted, yet never seperated from each other, no matter how great the distance. We are the song of the universe. We sing with the angelic host. We are musicians. The farae and the stars are the singers. Our song orders the rhythm of creation.
Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication. -Aunt Beast
It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.
When we lose our myths we lose our place in the universe.
We have much to be judged on when he comes, slums and battlefields and insane asylums, but these are the symptoms of our illness and the result of our failures in love.
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, but that their sufferings might be like his.
We tend to defend vigorously things that in our deepest hearts we are not quite certain about. If we are certain of something we know, it doesn't need defending.
To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.
Life is not easy and comfortable, with nothing ever going wrong as long as you buy the right product. It's not true that if you have the right insurance everything is going to be fine. That's not what it's really like. Terrible things happen. And those are the things we learn from.
With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.
If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair.
I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner
If we accept that we have at least an iota of free will, we cannot throw it back the moment things go wrong. Like a human parent, God will help us when we ask for help, but in a way that will make us more mature, more real, not in a way that will diminish us.
The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.
Friends do everything they can to protect each other." --Polly
Creative scientists and saints expect revelation and do not fear it. Neither do children. But as we grow up and we are hurt, we learned not to trust.
Like all great fantasists, he has taught me about life, life in eternity rather than chronology, life in that time in which we are real.
If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.
We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind.
Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about," Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?
Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self.
Picasso says that an artists paints not to ask a question but because he has found something and he wants to share—he cannot help it—what he has found.
Refusing to accept God's love because we're unworthy - of course we're unworthy! - is another golden calf.
When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.
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