850 Quotes by Madeleine L'Engle

Maybe I don’t like being different,” Meg said. “but I don’t want to be like everybody else, either.

You mean you’re comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

It strikes me as somewhat odd that the people who use God’s name most frequently, both in life and in literature, usually don’t believe in him.

Like and equal are not the same thing at all. – Meg Murray.

Perhaps one of the most compelling and moving descriptions of that internal battle comes near the end of the book, when Mrs Whatsit tells the children that life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: “You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

I feel as though I’m not breathing when I’m out of his presence. He’s the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. – Jane Gardiner.

I do hope I wasn’t born in some dreadful mitochondrion which lives in some horrible isolated human host on a lonely planet like yours.

All will be redeemed in God’s fullness of time, all, not just the small portion of the population who have been given the grace to know and accept Christ. All the strayed and stolen sheep. All the little lost ones.

Come t’e’ picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!