Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet…There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That’s… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“You are given the form, but you must write the sonnet for yourself.” — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.” — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“One of the hardest lessons I have to learn is how not to be judgmental about people who are judgmental. When I see how… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
Inspiration more often comes during the work than before it, because the largest part of the job of an artist is to listen to… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
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… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
Severe illness isolates those in close contact with it, because it inevitably narrows the focus of concern. To a certain extent this can lead… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling joys.” — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“Instead of rejoicing in this glorious “impossible” which gives meaning and dignity to our lives, we try to domesticate God, to make his mighty… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive. — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.” — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
“IT was the most horrible, the most repellent thing she had ever seen, far more nauseating then anything she had ever imagined with her… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
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,… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
