A wrinkle in time quotes pt5

 

"Ab honesto virum bonum nihil deterret. Seneca. 

Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honorable."

"Justitiae soror fides. Latin again, of course. 

Faith is the sister of justice."

"Lead on, moron," Calvin cried gaily. "I've never even seen your house, and I have the funniest feeling that for the first time in my life I'm going home!"

(Yeah, know the feeling :-).

"It doesn't seem any more peculiar than anything else that's happened."

(Know that feeling too lol)

"Well, then, someone just tell me how we got here!" Calvin's voice was still angry and his freckles seemed to stand out on his face. "Even traveling at the speed of light it would take us years and years to get here."

"Oh, we don't travel at the speed of anything," Mrs Whatsit explained earnestly. "We tesser. Or you might say, we wrinkle."

"Clear as mud," Calvin said.

Tesser, Meg thought. Could that have anything to do with Mother's tesseract?

"Qui plus sait, plus se tait. French, you know. 

The more a man knows, the less he talks."

(Unless he is purposely given knowledge to share w others :-).

I'm just smiling at that one lol...)

"Vitam im- pendere vero. 

To stake one's life for the truth. 

That is what we must do."

"...some swimming in a broad, crystal river that flowed through the garden."

Revelation 22:1-2

New International Version

Eden Restored

Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.

(It's a Tom Petty thing :-).

His birthday was yesterday BTW)

"What are they singing?" Meg asked excitedly.

Mrs. Whatsit shook her beautiful head. "It won't go into your words. I can't possibly transfer it to your words. Are you getting any of it, Charles?"

Charles Wallace sat very still on the broad back, on his face an intently listening look, the look he had when he delved into Meg or his mother. "A little. Just a very little. But I think I could get more in time."

"Yes. You could learn it, Charles. But there isn't time. We can only stay here long enough to rest up and make a few preparations." 

(Revelation 14:3

And they sang a new song before the throne 

and before the four living creatures and the elders. 

No one could learn the song except the 144,000 

who had been redeemed from the earth.)

"Charles wore his listening, probing look. "They're not robots," he said suddenly and definitely. "I'm not sure what they are, but they're not robots. I can feel minds there. I can't get at them at all, but I can feel them sort of pulsing...

"You remember when we met, you asked me why I was there? And I told you it was because I had a compulsion, a feeling I just had to come to that particular place at that particular moment?"

(Yeah, know that feeling too :-).

"But I've been reprocessed once and that was more than enough. And I don't want to get sent to IT. I've never been sent to IT and I can't risk having that happen."

There was IT again. What was this IT?"

"And suddenly the wall was no longer there and they were looking into an enormous room lined with machines. They were not unlike the great computing machines Meg had seen in her science books and that she knew her father sometimes worked with. Some did not seem to be in use; in others lights were flickering on and off. In one machine a long tape was being eaten; in another a series of dot- dashes were being punched. Several white-robed attendants were moving about, tending the machines. If they saw the children they gave no sign."

"I have to go on. We have to make decisions, and we can't make them if they're based on fear."

(**to give in to fear 

is to give away the right 

to live life on your own terms**

My email tagline for 11+ years now)

 "The spoken word is one of the triumphs of man," he proclaimed, "and I intend to continue using it, particularly with people I don't trust." 

(:-). Yup...)

"Suddenly Charles Wallace darted forward and hit the man as hard as he could, which was fairly hard, as he had had a good deal of coaching from the twins.

"Charles!" Meg screamed.

The men in dark smocks moved smoothly but with

swiftness to Charles. The man in the chair casually raised one finger, and the men dropped back. "Hold it-" Calvin whispered, and together he and Meg darted forward and grabbed Charles Wallace, pulling him back from the platform.

The man gave a wince and the thought of his voice was a little breathless, as though Charles Wallace's punch had succeeded in winding him. "May I ask why you did that?"

"Because you aren't you," Charles Wallace said. "I'm not sure what you are, but you"-he pointed to the man on the chair-"aren't what's talking to us. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't think you were real. I thought perhaps you were a robot, because I don't feel anything coming directly from you. I'm not sure where it's coming from, but it's coming through you. It isn't you." "Pretty smart, aren't you?" the thought asked."

("...it's coming through you. It isn't you."

Again, just 100% accurately describe multiple incidents in my life with certain others...)