No, but you can see it from here.
. . . sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us.
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.
I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.
There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.
Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy
The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.
It is not a lack of spiritual experience that leads to failure, but a lack of working to keep our eyes focused and on the right goal. At least once a week examine yourself before God to see if your life is measuring up to the standard He has for you. Paul was like a musician who gives no thought to audience approval, if he can only catch a look of approval from his Conductor.
New truths become evident when new tools become available.
We are each but a quarter note in a grand symphony.
Who's Kreacher?" "The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him. " "He is not a nutter," said Hermione. "His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?