Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.

Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.

People are more than just the way they look.

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

Believing takes practice.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

I hate it!" Charles Wallace cried passionately. "I hate the Dark Thing!

Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication.-Aunt Beast

Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living.

There's something about physical labour that helps to chase away any lingering internal demons.

You consider me for a moment, perhaps balancing the weight of your fear against the loneliness you will later feel in your room if you do not speak now

There is not a single truth of science upon which we ought to bet more than about a million of millions to one.

It's essential to tailor rehab to what impassions someone. The brain gradually learns by riveting its attention-through endless repetitions.

There is only one reality: the act of feeling ourselves in the process of making choices.

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!

Research shows that the wealthier, more educated, and healthier a nation, the less violence and civil unrest among its populace, and the less likely that unrest will spread across its borders.

A sublime hope cheers ever the faithful heart, that elsewhere, in other regions of the universal powers, souls are now acting, enduring and daring, which can love us, and which we can love.

Some praise me, some blame me. I go the other way. Sometimes those things that attract the most attention to us are the things which afford us the greatest privacy