Of the Church of Lori...
"What you want, what they have, isn't something you find. It's something you build." He paused and looked off into the middle distance. "Love is a large house with many rooms. We come into the world wanting nothing but to live in it, but with only half of what we need to build it for ourselves. So we tuck our supplies away inside our hearts and go out into the world to find that person who has what we lack. If we're lucky, we will find the one person in all the world who has the right nails for our lumber, and stones for our mortar, and shingles for our roofbeams... and only then can we begin to build. The house grows large, and if we have built with care, it becomes our home." He sighed. Ron listened with rapt attention, fascinated and touched. Sirius seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts. "We pour our whole selves into its construction, and it rises to become a glorious edifice. It is built of days and moments, of thoughts and words and feelings. It is painted with laughter and weathered with tears. Some rooms grow dark and are shut away while others are opened. We must tend it carefully and repair its weaknesses if we want it to keep us safe." He met Ron's eyes. "But do you know the real secret?"
Ron swallowed. "What?" he whispered.
"The house is never finished, Ron. We labor on it all our lives, and can only hope that it remains strong and whole enough to shelter us."
~From HWTF Chapter 12.
And it is parts like this that make me realize that Lori is a god and we are nothing but the humblest acolytes, slaves to the power of her words.
And maybe, if I read enough and write enough, in another couple decades, I can one day even hope to come close to being able to write something so powerful, so true, so poignant and so beautiful. For all the action and suspense and drama and romance and humor of the PoUniverse and its characters, what I love most is the sense I always get at certain phrases and certain lines that this is the way the English language is supposed to sound/feel/look like. This is the way the English language is meant to be written. It's just, to put it most simply, good writing, excellent writing actually. And Lori has an amazing gift- especially in fandom that has the dubious honor of having produced some of the world's worst, most God-awful abuses of the English language in the modern world, it seems to me.
*prostrates myself and worships at the altar to madlorivoldmort's writing ability*
Ron swallowed. "What?" he whispered.
"The house is never finished, Ron. We labor on it all our lives, and can only hope that it remains strong and whole enough to shelter us."
~From HWTF Chapter 12.
And it is parts like this that make me realize that Lori is a god and we are nothing but the humblest acolytes, slaves to the power of her words.
And maybe, if I read enough and write enough, in another couple decades, I can one day even hope to come close to being able to write something so powerful, so true, so poignant and so beautiful. For all the action and suspense and drama and romance and humor of the PoUniverse and its characters, what I love most is the sense I always get at certain phrases and certain lines that this is the way the English language is supposed to sound/feel/look like. This is the way the English language is meant to be written. It's just, to put it most simply, good writing, excellent writing actually. And Lori has an amazing gift- especially in fandom that has the dubious honor of having produced some of the world's worst, most God-awful abuses of the English language in the modern world, it seems to me.
*prostrates myself and worships at the altar to madlorivoldmort's writing ability*