Tom shut his eyes again, because when his eyes were shut, he could tell himself that there was light.

N.D. Wilson

Tag: darkness light



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Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.

N.D. Wilson

Tag: honor dying-well



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Mumbling priests swinging stick cans on their chains and even witch doctors conjuring up curses with a well-buried elephant tooth have a better sense of their places in the world. They know this universe is brimming with magic, with life and riddles and ironies. They know that the world might eat them, and no encyclopedia could stop it.

N.D. Wilson


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Gilbert Keith Chesterton (that fabulously large Catholic writer) overheard someone making fun of Milton (it didn't matter that the insults were all true).

N.D. Wilson


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Plato, the first true pope of philosophy (sorry, Socrates), argued for a World of Forms above the reality-a transcendent plane of perfect essences, pure and lovely, where nothing ever gets muddy (including the essence of mud.)

N.D. Wilson


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I knew I was different from the rest of you plebes. Look how silly and gothic you all look with your skinny, knobbed arms. I'm unique. Neoclassical.

N.D. Wilson


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Here Spring just grows and greens and warms, spreading life, wrapping us in her arms, until suddenly we realize that she's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. A woman named Summer.

N.D. Wilson


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Do you dislike your role in the story, your place in the shadow? What complaints do you have that the hobbits could not have heaved at Tolkien? You have been born into a narrative, you have been given freedom. Act, and act well until you reach your final scene.

N.D. Wilson

Tag: life inspirational contentment tolkien



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Your life is your own, your glory is your glory, but you will lose it if you keep it for yourself. Grasp it for the sake of others...

N.D. Wilson


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Cyrus squinted through the rain at the old man, at the truck, at the crackling Golden Lady. What was going on? None of this seemed real. But it was. The rain on his skin. The soggy waffle and drooping napkins. The smell of gunpowder.

N.D. Wilson


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