Don't keep putting your anger off. Until you go through it, you can't get out of it.

Only Christ can free us from the prison of legalism, and then only if we are willing to be freed.

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 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.

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.

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.