Ach,′ she heard someone saying, ‘I left mein ceinture dans le shower ce morgen. Quelle dope ich bin!
Jesus was not a theologian. He was God who told stories.
Do you think things always have an explanation? “Yes. I believe that they do. But I think that with our human limitations we’re not always able to understand the explanations. But you see, Meg, just because we don’t understand doesn’t mean that the explanation doesn’t exist.
There’s no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.
He’s nothing but a deformed emanation of energy.
Remember, he hasn’t much imagination. Or, rather, it’s been frozen for a long while and hasn’t had time to thaw.
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me.
Again Mrs Which’s voice reverberated through the cave. “Therre willl nno llonggerr bee sso manyy pplleasanntt thinggss too llookk att iff rressponssible ppeoplle ddo nnott ddoo ssomethingg abboutt thee unnppleassanntt oness.
The very young woman can be charming and delightful and pretty but only a mature woman can be beautiful; and only a mature man can be strong enough to be tender.
Nothing really important in life is in the realm of provable fact.
We do not draw people to Christ by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely that they want with all their hearts to know the source of it.
If we are not willing to fail we will never accomplish anything. All creative acts involve the risk of failure.
We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.
We can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts.
If you don’t recount your family history, it will be lost. Honor your own stories and tell them too. The tales may not seem very important, but they are what binds families and makes each of us who we are.
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.
In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.
I cannot believe that God wants punishment to go on interminably any more than does a loving parent. The entire purpose of loving punishment is to teach, and it lasts only as long as is needed for the lesson. And the lesson is always love.
The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.