If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

Wishing is the beginning of imagination. They practice wishing when they are young things, and then -when they have grown - they have a developed imagination. Which can do some harm - greed, that kind of thing - but more often does them some good. They can imagine that things might be different. Might be other than they seem. Could be better.

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.