Quotes About World

who is to say which of these is real and which a fiction? In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

The rain beat softly upon the shingles, inviting them to drowsiness and sleep. But they dared not yield. The rain was over; and the sun was turning the glistening world into a palace of gems.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

Have you, in truth, ever seen something so heartbreakingly lovely? What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom?

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

I love your round head, the brilliant green, the watching blue, these letters, this world, you. I am very, very hungry.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light. And because Despereaux wanted very much to live, he said, Once upon a time...

He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.

There was something scary about watching adults sleep. It was as if no one at all were in charge of the world.

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? The world cannot be changed, said Gloria. The world is what the world is and has forever been. No, said Leo Matienne softly, I will not believe that. For here is Peter standing before us, asking us to make it something different.

The rat called Chiaroscuro did not look away. He let the light from the upstairs world enter him and fill him. He gasped aloud with the wonder of it.

If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.

If every babe who cried were still alive, well, then, the world would be a very crowded place, indeed.

The world no longer shone, but it was very bright ... Strange world! Impossible world!

The world that morning was coated in a layer of hoarfrost, and the brother was late to the task of feeding Answelica because he had stood for too long admiring the light of the rising sun shining on the blades of grass and the branches of the trees. The whole world seemed lit from within.

The world was so dark! I don't know that I had ever before encountered such darkness.

He watched the letters appear one by one beneath her hand, and he felt as if each letter were a door pushed open inside of him, a door that led to a lighted room. "The world," said Beatryce to Jack Dory, "can be spelled.

There," she said. She rocked him back and forth. "There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?

I want things to be normal. I want a daughter who is happy. I want her to have friends who aren't squirrels. I don't want her to end up unloved and all alone in the world. But it doesn't matter, does it?

But aren't all of us like a fine weaving? The pattern the world sees often hides the threads." Tess

Hyacinth, we all have our limits. I can't save the world. I can't stop this war. Maybe, just maybe, I can communicate a few things through art.

It seemed wrong, she thought, that there should be such beauty in the world on a day like this.

The challenge for those of us who care about our faith and about a hurting world is to tell stories which will carry the words of grace and hope in their bones and sinews and not wear them like fancy dress.