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Madeleine L'Engle

Madeleine L'Engle Camp (/ˈlɛŋɡəl/; November 29, 1918 – September 6, 2007) was an American writer who wrote young adult fiction, including A Wrinkle in Time and its sequels: A Wind in the Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Many Waters and An Acceptable Time. Her works reflect both her Christian faith and her strong interest in science.

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Are anybody's parents typical?

Parent, Parenthood, Parents, Typical

I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize that this was a false guilt. I'm much more use to family and friends when I'm not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a more workable perspective.

Book, Brook, Energies, Frazzled, Morning, Summer

I share Einstein's affirmation that anyone who is not lost in rapturous awe at the power and glory of the mind behind the universe "is as good as a burnt out candle. "

Affirmation, Glory, Good, Mind, Universe

The creative impulse can be killed, but it cannot be taught. What a teacher can do. . . in working with children, is to give the flame enough oxygen so that it can burn. As far as I'm concerned, this providing of oxygen is one of the noblest of all vocations.

Teacher, Children, Oxygen, Flame, Creative

Anything that's natural can't be sinful-it may be inconvenient, but it's not sinful.

Inconvenient, May, Natural, Sin, Sinful

In reading we must become creators. Once the child has learned to read alone, and can pick up a book without illustrations, he must become a creator, imagining the setting of the story, visualizing the characters, seeing facial expressions, hearing the inflection of voices. The author and the reader "know" each other; they meet on the bridge of words.

Book, Children, Creators, Reader, Reading

I like to take the time out to listen to the trees, much in the same way that I listen to a sea shell, holding my ear against the rough bark of the trunk, hearing the inner singing of the sap. It's a lovely sound, the beating of the heart of the tree.

Against, Heart, Like, Rough, Sea, Tree

She always had to have someone to love. . . She couldn't seem to believe that anyone could really love her. She always thought it was because she was a star, not just because of her herself, and she always had to be reassured.

Believe, Love, Reassured, Seems, Stars, Thought

Plato spoke of the necessity for divine madness in the poet. It is a frightening thing to open oneself to this strange and dark side of the divine; it means letting go our sane self control, that control which gives us the illusion of safety. But safety is only an illusion, and letting it go is part of listening to the silence, and to the spirit.

Illusion, Letting Go, Mean, Plato, Side, Strange

And I can't say it now. I can't say what I want to say. I hold you-- I-- I clutch you, because I love you so desperately, and time is so short, we have such a little time in which to live and be young, even at best, and I put my arms around you and hold you because I want to love you while I can and I want to know I'm loving you, only it doesn't mean anything because you aren't afraid. You aren't frightened so that you want to clutch it all while you can.

Arms, Love, Love You, Loving You, Mean, Time

Deepest communion with God is beyond words, on the other side of silence.

Silence, Sides, Communion, Words, God, Deepest

When a promise is broken, the promise still remains. In one way or another, we are all unfaithful to each other, and physical unfaithfulness is not the worst kind there is.

Broken, Promise, Way, Unfaithful, Unfaithfulness

It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.

Art, Laughter, Giving Up, Entire, Lifetime

The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

Daily, God, Pray, Prayer, Self, Way

It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.

Book, Brain, Hands, Writing

science never threatens God - it opens up more possibilities.

God, Possibilities, Possibility, Science

The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books," Miranda said. "It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

Bed, Book, Box, Hate, People, Reading

There are times when I feel that he has withdrawn from me, and I have often given him cause, but Easter is always the answer to My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!

Answers, Cause, Causes, Easter, Times, Withdrawn

It was not an end, it was a beginging

Beginging, Ends

But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?

Home, Maturity, Move, Moving, Vastness

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