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In the day school she went to in New York she had long intimate conversations with them all in her imagination, but never in reality.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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scar tissue was the strongest tissue in the human body.
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strength
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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What is real?
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I do not believe that true optimism can come about except through tragedy.
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tragedy
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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There're a lot of things you don't understand." Zachary smoldered his gaze at me. "I came looking for you, and then when I found out where you were, suddenly it didn't seem worth it. It wasn't you. It was everything and nothing. Life. Ma's death. Talking to anybody. Not worth it"
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lost-love
sad
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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dc4a0b9
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One foggy night I was walking the dogs down the lane and heard the geese, very close overhead, calling, calling, their marvellous strange cry, as they flew by. I think that is what our own best prayer must sound like when we send it up to heaven.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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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.
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grade
rhyme
space
time
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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You must understand with your hearts. With the whole of yourselves, not just a fragment.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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There's no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.
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science
scientific
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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All real art is, in its true sense, is a religious impulse; there is no such thing as a non-religious subject. But much bad or downright sacrilegious art depicts so-called religious subjects...Conversely, much great religious art has been written or painted or composed by people who thought they were atheists.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Well, then, someone just tell me how we got here!" Calvin's voice was still angry and his freckles seemed to stand out on his face. "Even traveling at the speed of light, it would take us years and years to get here." "Oh we don't travel by the speed of anything," Mrs. Whatsit explained earnestly. "We teaser. Or you might say, we wrinkle."
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tesseract
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It may be that we have lost our ability to hold a blazing coal, to move unfettered through time, to walk on water, because we have been taught that such things have to be earned; we should deserve them; we must be qualified. We are suspicious of grace. We are afraid of the very lavishness of the gift. But a child rejoices in presents!
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grace
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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And this feeling of moving with the earth was somewhat like the feeling of being in the ocean, out in the ocean beyond this rising and falling of the breakers, lying on the moving water, pulsing gently with the swells, and feeling the gentle, inexorable tug of the moon.
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ocean
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Ah," she said, "that's ever so much better," and took both boots and shook them out over the sink. "My stomach is full and I'm warm inside and out and it's time I went home."
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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The temptation for farandola or for man or for star is to stay an immature pleasure-seeker. When we seek our own pleasure as the ultimate good we place ourselves as the center of the universe. A fara or a man or a star has his place in the universe, but nothing created is the center.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I think we're supposed to ask too much of each other; otherwise, nothing would ever get done.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It's idiotic, it's crazy. If you die and then you're just nothing, there isn't any point to anything. Why do we live at all if we die and stop being? Father wasn't ready to be stopped. No one's ready to be stopped. We don't have *time* to be ready to be stopped. It's all crazy. . . . Look at my glasses. I can't even see that there are any stars in the sky without them, but it's not the glasses that are doing the seeing, it's me, Madeleine...
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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matter and energy are the same thing, that size is an illusion, and that time is a material substance.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Look at my glasses. I can't even see that there are any stars in the sky without them, but it's not the glasses that are doing the seeing, it's me, Madeleine. I don't think Father's eyes are seeing now, but he is. And maybe his brain isn't thinking, but a brain's just something to think through, the way my glasses are something to see through.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I heard a doctor say that the living tend to withdraw emotionally from the dying, thereby driving them deeper into isolation. Not to withdraw takes tremendous strength. To pull back is a temptation; it doesn't hurt nearly as much as remaining open.
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emotions
isolation
openness
strength
withdrawal
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again.
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desire
earth
eye
fire
heart
lords
moon
pain
rain
sky-life
snow
water
wind
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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But his love is greater than all our hate and he will not rest until Judas has turned to him, until Satan has turned to him, until dark has turned to him; until we can all, all of us without exception, freely return his look of love with love in our own eyes and hearts. And then, healed, whole, complete but not finished, we swill know the joy of being co-creators with the one to whom we call. Amen. Even so, come Lord Jesus.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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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.
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popularity
remember
universal
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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When I think of the incredible, incomprehensible sweep of creation above me, I have the strange reaction of feeling fully alive. Rather than feeling lost and unimportant and meaningless, seta against galaxies which go beyond the reach of the furthest telescopes, I feel that my life has meaning. Perhaps I should feel insignificant, but instead I feel a soaring in my heart that the God who could create all this--and out of nothing--can still ..
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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A truly great work of art breaks beyond the bounds of the period and culture in which it is created, so final judgement on a current book has to be deferred until it can be seen outside this present moment.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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She was silent; the great wings almost stopped moving; only a delicate stirring seemed to keep them aloft. "Listen, then," Mrs. Whatsit said. The resonant voice rose and the words seemed to be all around them so that Meg felt that she could almost reach out and touch them: "Sing unto the Lord a new song, and His praise from the end of the earth, ye that go down to the sea, and all that there is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants there..
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christ
god
love
worship
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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We are going to your father," Mrs. Which said. "But where is he?" Meg went over to Mrs. Which and stamped as though she were as young as Charles Wallace. Mrs. Whatsit answered in a voice that was low but quite firm. "On a planet that has given in. So you must prepare to be very strong."
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darkness
evil
resolve
strength
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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That was surely the purest kind of kything. Mr. Jenkins had never had that kind of communion with another human being, a communion so rich and full that silence speaks more powerfully than words.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I like to understand things," Meg said. "We all do. But it isn't always possible."
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It hasn't happened yet, nuclear war. No missiles have been sent. As long as it hasn't happened, there's a chance that it may not happen.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Tell your sister I'm all right," Mrs Whatsit said to Charles. "Tell her my intentions are good." "The road to hell is paved with good intentions," Charles intoned."
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It really helped ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Was she strong enough to allow both of them to be themselves? Bahama had instilled in her an honoring of promises, but she could not keep her promise unless she was willing to allow Nik to be Nik, not a projection of someone who could fill in all her empty spaces, heal all her wounds.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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You're much too straightforward to be able to pretend to be what you aren't," Mrs. Murry said."
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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It is the pattern throughout Creation. One child, one man, can swing the balance of the universe.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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The writer whose words are going to be read by children has a heavy responsibility. And yet, despite the undeniable fact that the children's minds are tender, they are also far more tough than many people realize, and they have an openness and an ability to grapple with difficult concepts which many adults have lost. Writers of children's literature are set apart by their willingness to confront difficult questions.
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writing
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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But I believe that good questions are more important than answers, and the best children's books ask questions, and make the reader ask questions. And every new question is going to disturb someone's universe.
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writing
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of the imagination. It binds us where we should be free.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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But I love her. That's the funny part of it. I love them all, and they don't give a hoot about me. Maybe that's why I call when I'm not going to be home. Because I care. Nobody else does. You don't know how lucky you are to be loved.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Love isn't what you feel. It's what you do.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Thee onnlly wway ttoo ccope withh ssometthingg ddeadly sseriouss iss ttoo ttry ttoo trreatt itt a llittlle lligghtly.
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Idiot," Proginoskes said, anxiously rather than crossly. "Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do."
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Madeleine L'Engle |