Faith

“I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.”
― Margaret Laurence, The Stone Angel

“There are days when everything I see seems to me charged with meaning: messages it would be difficult for me to communicate to others, define, translate into words, but which for this very reason appear to me decisive. They are announcements or presages that concern me and the world at once: for my part, not only the external events of my existence but also what happens inside, in the depths of me; and for the world, not some particular event but the general way of being of all things. You will understand therefore my difficulty in speaking about it, except by allusion.”
― Italo Calvino

“How sad it is to wish another person goodnight! A gentle nudge into the unknown, so much more forlorn than goodbye. Goodnight implies not just physical but spiritual departure---to sleep, the ultimate solitude. Even for those lucky enough to share beds with a loved one, the nighttime voyages of the mind remain private; we return with no souvenirs, no means to capture where and who've we've been---and few things are more futile than a retold dream. Goodnight, K. Sohail, I thought. Is there anything so lonely as it is to fall asleep?”
― Pasha Malla, Kill the Mall

“Everything drifts. Everything is slowly swirling, philosophies tangled with the grocery lists, unreal-real anxieties like rose thorns waiting to tear the uncertain flesh, nonentities of thoughts floating like plankton, green and orange particles, seaweed -- lots of that, dark purple and waving, sharks with fins like cutlasses, herself held underwater by her hair, snared around auburn-rusted anchor chains.”
― Margaret Laurence, The Fire-Dwellers