She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.
The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.
If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your own life to live, Iris, and at its end, the only opinion that amounts to anything is that which God bestows
Speaking uses us up, speeds us up. Without prayer, that act of confession for merely existing, one might live forever and not know it.