No one really needs me, he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice...i do, i say. i need you. he looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about prim and my mother and everything and i'll just get confused. so before he can talk, i stop his lips with a kiss.
Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. people are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. when someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a miracle. but of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of events -- the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there -- that must also be a miracle. just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
Harry constantly repeated dumbledore's final words to himself. "i will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. ... Help will always be given at hogwarts to those who ask for it. "but what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?
Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. tha man who had put her in this position. she looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. knowing that made her feel confused about herself. it also made her feel a little stronger.
I'm not trying to imply i can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. sometimes the wall i've erected around me comes crumbling down. it doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, before i even realize what's going on, there i am--naked and defenseless and totally confused. at times like that i always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water. ~page 10
She knew i could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.
Because' i repeated, as a breeze blew over us, "sometimes things just happen. That aren't expected. Or on the list." "such as?" he asked "i don't know," i said, frustrated. "that's the point. It would be out of the blue, taking us by surprise. Something we might not be prepared for." "but we will be prepared," he said, confused. "we'll have the list.
The lion shall never lie down with the lamb. The lion eternally shall devour the lamb, the lamb eternally shall be devoured. Man knows the great consummation in the flesh, the sensual ecstasy, and that is eternal. Also the spiritual ecstasy of unanimity, that is eternal. But the two are separate and never to be confused.
Cutangle: while i'm still confused and uncertain, it's on a much higher plane, d'you see, and at least i know i'm bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe. treatle: i hadn't looked at it like that, but you're absolutely right. he's really pushed back the boundaries of ignorance. they both savoured the strange warm glow of being much more ignorant than ordinary people, who were only ignorant of ordinary things.