“ Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee! ”
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.
~ Madeleine L'engle
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
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta
It might be a good idea if, like the White Queen, we practiced believing six impossible things every morning before breakfast, for we are called on to believe what to many people is impossible. Instead of rejoicing in this glorious impossible which gives meaning and dignity to our lives, we try to domesticate God, to make his might actions comprehensible to our finite minds.
