As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers
Madeleine L'EngleWe do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledging that they cannot take us all the way.
Madeleine L'EngleLife, 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. - Mrs. Whatsit
Madeleine L'EngleIf I have something I want to say that is too difficult for adults to swallow, then I will write it in a book for children.
Madeleine L'Engle