“All things as they move toward God are beautiful, and they are ugly as they move away from Him.”
“I rose and moved towards him. You would have done the same yourself. It is an ancient matter. Something propels you towards sudden grief, or perhaps also sometimes repels. You move away. I moved towards it, I couldn't help it.”
“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.”
“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.”
“I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.”
“We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.”