We want nothing from you that you do without grace, Mrs Whatsit said, or that you do without understanding.

Madeleine L'Engle

Madeleine L'Engle

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

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We are all broken, we human creatures, and to pretend we're not is to inhibit healing.

I get glimmers of the bad nineteenth-century teaching which has made Mother remove God from the realm of mystery and beauty and glory, but why do people half my age think that they don't have faith unless their faith is small and comprehensible and like a good old plastic Jesus?

Meg took a batch of forks from the drawer and turned them over and over, looking at them. I'm all confused again. Oh, so 'm I, Calvin said gaily. But now at least I know we're going somewhere.

Violence met with violence produced only more violence.

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...

The breaking of the harmony was pain, was brutal anguish, but the harmony kept rising above the pain, and the joy would pulse with light, and light and dark once more knew each other, and were part of the joy.

It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

That's something I've noticed about food: whenever there's a crisis if you can get people to eating normally things get better.

The complete, the true Mrs Whatsit, Meg realized, was beyond human understanding. What she saw was only the game Mrs Whatsit was playing; it was an amusing and charming game, a game full of both laughter and comfort, but it was only the tiniest facet of all the things Mrs Whatsit could be.

A book, too, can be a star, "explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly," a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

I hate it!" Charles Wallace cried passionately. "I hate the Dark Thing!

The very young woman can be charming and delightful and pretty but only a mature woman can be beautiful; and only a mature man can be strong enough to be tender.