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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 14877da | This seems to me absolutely one of the quintessential things about the human condition. It's what actually distinguishes man from any other animal: living with those who have lived and the companionship of those who are no longer alive. Not necessarily the people that one knew personally, I mean the people perhaps whom one only knows by what they did, or what they left behind, this question of the company of the past, that's what interests .. | death memory post-mortem | John Berger | |
| 4b41891 | When the old way of seeing was displaced, a hollowness came into architecture. Our buildings show a constant effort to fill that void, to recapture that sense of life which was once to be found in any house or shed. Yet the sense of place is not to be recovered through any attitude, device, or style, but through the principles of pattern, spirit, and context." - Jonathan Hale, The Old Way of Seeing, 1994" | architecture building new-urbanism | Jonathan Hale | |
| fab681e | 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. | desire earth eye fire heart lords moon pain rain sky-life snow water wind | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 86bf365 | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 42adef0 | 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. | popularity remember universal | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 7f8f324 | 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 .. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| b1c54df | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 60461e5 | 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.. | christ god love worship | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| ccf5635 | 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." | darkness evil resolve strength | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 10df313 | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 2218f98 | And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| ff0f181 | There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 36fb0c2 | I like to understand things," Meg said. "We all do. But it isn't always possible." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| a314539 | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 8709da7 | 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." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| ffef1a5 | It really helped ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 57fe740 | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 6727892 | You're much too straightforward to be able to pretend to be what you aren't," Mrs. Murry said." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| d527299 | It is the pattern throughout Creation. One child, one man, can swing the balance of the universe. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| 3855012 | 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. | writing | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 4f46da1 | 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. | writing | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 8ebbd82 | Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of the imagination. It binds us where we should be free. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| c022edf | 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. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| c9a3eb5 | Love isn't what you feel. It's what you do. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| c9b21d0 | Thee onnlly wway ttoo ccope withh ssometthingg ddeadly sseriouss iss ttoo ttry ttoo trreatt itt a llittlle lligghtly. | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| ad355fe | Idiot," Proginoskes said, anxiously rather than crossly. "Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do." | Madeleine L'Engle | ||
| a83201d | Pray all you like, ask anything you want, but don't forget that he never promised he'd say yes. He never guaranteed us anything. Not anything at all. Except one thing. Just one thing . . . . That he cares . . . That is all. Nothing else. | god prayer | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 2485f38 | 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. | humor quotes | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| c31a4a3 | The artist cannot hold back; it is impossible, because writing, or any other discipline of art, involves participation in suffering, in the ills and the occasional stabbing joys that come from being part of the human drama. | drama joy pain | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 750449d | We're not peculiar." "Oh, yes, you are. Don't you realize that in my world my parents are peculiar because they'd never been divorced? Basically because it would have been too much trouble. But you live in a world where not only are your parents not divorced, they appear to love each other" | love peculiar | Madeleine L'Engle | |
| 95368c5 | dwst my drm anny r kh bry frw shdn w fr shdn nkhst frpsht strgn z py dlyl nmygrdnd, bl khwysh r fdy zmyn myknnd t zmyn rwzy z an br nsn shwd | Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche | ||
| a915360 | One knows a little too much about everybody. And we can even see through some men, and yet we can by no means pass through them. | Nietzsche Friedrich Wilhelm | ||
| 8d4159a | Drive them out utterly, so they may never return and prey upon our people. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| e9b7728 | He had promised Leslie that after Christmas he would stay home and fix up the house and plant his garden and listen to music and read books out loud and write only in his spare time. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| c5bd1f5 | Jess tried going to Terabithia alone, but it was no good. It needed Leslie to make the magic. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| adbaf75 | could be a magic country like Narnia, and the only way you can get in is by swinging across on this enchanted rope. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| f847507 | Jess wouldn't argue that, but he saw her as a beautiful wild creature who had been caught for a moment in that dirty old cage of a schoolhouse, perhaps by mistake. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| a92f9d9 | Brenda's pouting voice broke in, "Your girl friend's dead, and Momma thought you was dead, too." | Katherine Paterson | ||
| 1515f87 | It was a three-dimensional nightmare version of some of his own drawings. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| efe4384 | Don't tell me no one ever gave you a chance. You don't need anything given to you. You can make your own chances. But first you have to know what you're after, my dear. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| da64401 | It seemed to Gilly that everything in this world that you can't stand to wait one extra minute for is always late. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| 2bfaaa5 | I was quite sure I was crazy, and it was amazing that as soon as I admitted it, I became quite calm. There was nothing I could do about it. I seemed relatively harmless. After | Katherine Paterson | ||
| 04db62e | Bridge to Terabithia takes us by the hand and leads us into a room that we have never entered before. After we read this story, we cannot unknow what we now know. We are devastated, emotionally rent. But still: we feel held, loved, seen. Someone trusted us enough to tell us the truth; and because of that, the room is golden, brimful of light. | Katherine Paterson | ||
| 8b18a3a | That's just what I need," she muttered, digging around in her bag, "a depressed vampire." | Tanya Huff |