The images were gone, but Calvin was there, was with her, was part of her. She had moved beyond knowing him in sensory images to that place which is beyond images. Now she was kything Calvin, not red hair, or freckles, or eager blue eyes, or the glowing smile; nor was she hearing the deep voice with the occasional treble cracking; not any of this, but - Calvin. She was with Calvin, kything with every atom of her being, returning to him all the fortitude and endurance and hope which he had given her.
Madeleine L'EngleI have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.
Madeleine L'EngleA community to be truly community, must have a quality of unselfconsciousness about it.
Madeleine L'EngleWe tend to defend vigorously things that in our deepest hearts we are not quite certain about. If we are certain of something we know, it doesn't need defending.
Madeleine L'Engle