The stars do not foretell, because what has not happened must be free to happen, as it will.
She screamed out... and whether it was to help him or for him to help her, she did not know.
Hate is like cancer, separate from the normal cells, devouring and not being nourished, annihilating itself along with everything it attacks.
Life... is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.
In a reverse way, sharing my mother’s long, slow dying consumes my creative energy. I manage one angry and bitter story, and feel better for it, but most of me is involved in Mother’s battle. Watching her slowly being snuffed out is the opposite of pregnancy, depleting instead of fulfilling: I am exhausted by conflict.
I can’t do it for love of God, like Tom Tallis, or for heaven’s sake, as Mr. Frost said. But because I love people I have to act according to it – to the fact that I love them.
Maybe you have to know the darkness to truly appreciate the light.” – Madeleine L’Engle.
Meg cut up some celery and mixed it in with the tuna. After a moment’s hesitation she opened the refrigerator door and brought out a jar of little sweet pickles.-Though why I’m doing it for her I don’t know, she thought, as she cut them up.-I don’t trust her one bit.
And another lovely paradox: we can be humble only when we know that we are God’s children, of infinite value, and eternally loved.
There always have been and there always will be people who have been corrupted into enjoying any excuse for cruelty.
But what is real? In the Bible we are constantly being given glimpses of a reality quite different from that taught in school, even in Sunday school. And these glimpses are not given to the qualified; there’s the marvel. It may be that the qualified feel no need of them.
Ananda: that joy without which the universe will fall apart and collapse.
There’s something wrong about trying to heal with a surgeon’s knife.
It isn’t just in distant galaxies that strange, unreasonable things are happening. Unreason has crept up on us so insidiously that we’ve hardly been aware of it. But think of the things going on in our own country which you wouldn’t have believed possible only a few years ago.
She knew that the freedom was in herself, just as the prison had been.
Her father said, “You know, my dears, the world has been abnormal for so long that we’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts and homes.” “Even at a time like this?” Meg asked. The call from Calvin, the sound of her husband’s voice, had nearly broken her control. “Especially at a time like this,” her mother said gently.
If someone knows who he is, really knows, then he doesn’t need to hate.
When I get this feeling, this compulsion, I always do what it tells me. I can’t explain where it comes from or how I get it, and it doesn’t happen very often. But I obey.
Just relax and don’t worry over things that needn’t trouble you,” Mrs Whatsit said.
Don’t worry about Charles Wallace, Meg,” her father had once told her. Meg remembered it very clearly because it was shortly before he went away. “There’s nothing the matter with his mind. He just does things in his own way and in his own time.