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Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground.
The visual description of this entrance 🤌🏽
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a gray fluff of kitten yawned,
It’s just been an awful week. And I’m full of bad feeling.”
I feel as though I were just being born! I’m not alone anymore! Do you realize what that means to me?”
just because we don’t understand doesn’t mean that the explanation doesn’t exist.”
the soft throb of starlight on the mountain,
It was as though the shadow had somehow reached out with its dark power and touched them so that they were incapable of speech.
it’s really a very pleasant little planet, and rather amusing to be flat.
But of course we can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts.
“Therre willl nno llonggerr bee sso manyy pplleasanntt thinggss too llookk att iff rressponssible ppeoplle ddo nnott ddoo ssomethingg abboutt thee unnppleassanntt oness.”
her head drooped and she put it down on the paper, and sat there, huddled up, letting herself relax into an unhappiness that she never allowed her children to see.
it was his way of whistling in the dark.
We have to make decisions, and we can’t make them if they’re based on fear.”
“You don’t want him for a reason. You want him because he’s your father.”
The ugly words tumbled from her cold lips
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
can’t wait to get back, but we make some awful bloopers there.”
What is acquaintance? What a funny, hard word.
“We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.”
her disappointment in her father’s human fallibility rose like gorge in her throat.
But they were there; they were recognizable; they were themselves.
“We want nothing from you that you do without grace,” Mrs Whatsit said, “or that you do without understanding.”
“Don’t you see that you’re making something that is already hard for Meg even harder?”
“You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.
“I wanted you to do it all for me. I wanted everything to be all easy and simple. . . . So I tried to pretend that it was all your fault . . . because I was scared, and I didn’t want to have to do anything myself—”
“You are going to allow Meg the privilege of accepting this danger.
then there was a tremendous happy jumble of arms and legs and hugging,
