But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?
Madeleine L'EngleIn our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.
Madeleine L'EngleWhen I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.
Madeleine L'EngleBut there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies, and is reborn. Around millions of clocks swing hour hands, and minute hands, and second hands. Around goes the continual circle of the notes of the scale. Around goes the circle of night and day, the circle of weeks forever revolving, and of months, and of years.
Madeleine L'Engle