Madeleine L'Engle Quotes
Women must be very gentle with men as they, as well as women, seek to regain the lost wholeness for which they were destined.
We cannot always cry at the right timeand who is to say which time is right?
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them.—Ditta
Aeschylus writes, "In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grade of God.
Sorry. I get attacks of quotitis every once in a while. It's a very rare disease with no cure. It usually attacks older people, and here i am afflicted with it at my tender age.
I had never seen the end of day and the beginning of the night greet each other. We were caught in the loveliness between the two. A House Like a Lotus
Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.
Reading about the response of people in stories, plays, poems, helps us to respond more courageously and openly at our own moments of turning.
Mr Jenkins. Unique, as every star in the sky is unique, every leaf on every tree, every snowflake, every farandola, every cherubim, unique: Named.
Who makes you least confused?""Calvin" There was no hesitation here. "When I'm with Calvin, I don't mind being me""You mean he makes you more you, don't you?""I guess you could put it that way.
She knew that the freedom was in herself, just as the prison had been.
Freedom is a terrible gift, and the theory behind all dictatorships is that "the people" do no want freedom.
To try to talk about art and about Christianity is for me one and the same thing, and it means attempting to share the meaning of my life, what gives it, for me, its tragedy and its glory.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' For our sakes Jesus went through all the suffering we may ever have to endure, and because he cried out those words we may cry them out, too.
What we are is going to be visible in our art, no matter how secular (on the surface) the subject may be.
If the artist reflects only his own culture, then his works will die with that culture. But if his works reflect the eternal and universal, they will revive.
Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death?Who will stop the coming night?Blue eyes, blue eyes, have the sight.
Creativity is a way of living life, no matter what our vocation, or how we earn our living. Creativity is not limited to the arts...
In the act of creativity, the artist lets go the self-control which he normally clings to and is open to riding the wind.
But I am a storyteller, and that involves language, for me the English language, that wonderfully rich, complex, and ofttimes confusing tongue. When language is limited, I am thereby diminished, too.
Story always tells us more than the mere words, and that is why we love to write it, and to read it.
Prayer was never meant to be magic, ' Mother said.'Then why bother with it?' Suzy scowled.'Because it's an act of love, ' Mother said.
Lords of melody and song, Lords of roses burning bright, Blue will right the ancient wrong, Though the way is dark and long, Blue will shine with loving light.
... Papa's always had the ability to remember the good things and let the bad ones go." "Not a bad ability.""... I'm not sure. I think we have to remember it all before we can forgive it.
And we mustn't lose our sense of humor, " Mrs. Which said. "The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.
Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of imagination. It binds us where we should be free.
In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure...
Jesus was not a theologian. He was a God who told stories.
Jesus was not a theologian. He was God who told stories.
Women in Jesus' day were less than second-class citizens.
I hate it!" Charles Wallace cried passionately. "I hate the Dark Thing!
Why does anybody do anything?" Mimi asked impatiently. "Most of the time we don't know--any of us.
Oh child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the affect of extreme complication.-Aunt Beast
Meg’s eyes were too bright. “I wish human beings couldn’t have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.
Hate is like cancer, separate from the normal cells, devouring and not being nourished, annihilating itself along with everything it attacks.
we’re all a grab bag of good and eveil, and by and large can’t tell which is which
A book, too, can be a star 'explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly.
It was a star, " Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. "A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning.
For an artist is not a consumer, as our commercials urge us to be. An artist is a nourisher and a creator who knows that during the act of creation there is collaboration. We do not create alone.
As long as we know what it's about, then we can have the courage to go wherever we are asked to go, even if we fear that the road may take us through danger and pain.
I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.
Thinking I'm a moron gives people something to feel smug about, " Charles Wallace said. "Why should I disillusion them?
Lords of space and Lords of time, Lords of blessing, Lords of grace, Who is in the warmer clime?Who will follow Madoc's rhyme?Blue will alter time and space.
In a world where pleasure rules, people tend to be undeveloped in every way. " A House Like a Lotus