Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

For the things that are seen are temporal, but things that are unseen are eternal.

I don't understand it any more than you do, but one thing I've learned is that you don't have to understand things for them to be.

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility.

But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.

Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named