A book comes and says, 'Write me.' My job is to try to serve it to the best of my ability, which is never good enough, but all I can do is listen to it, do what it tells me and collaborate. Madeleine L'Engle More Quotes by Madeleine L'Engle More Quotes From Madeleine L'Engle If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy. Madeleine L'Engle how-to-be-happyunhappysometimes You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father. Madeleine L'Engle want-himwantfather you've got to learn to walk through a pigpen and not get dirty. Madeleine L'Engle walksdirty Maybe the theatre isn't any place for a reasonable human being after all. It keeps your emotions in such a constant state of upheaval. It's really terribly wearing. I wonder if I could stand it, one emotional upset after the other just going on and on for the rest of my life. Madeleine L'Engle upsettheatreemotional She always had to have someone to love...She couldn't seem to believe that anyone could really love her. She always thought it was because she was a star, not just because of her herself, and she always had to be reassured. Madeleine L'Engle starsseemsbelieve You're going to get hurt yourself, and badly, if you take everything so hard. Madeleine L'Engle hardifshurt The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long. Madeleine L'Engle sorrowjoylong Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee! Madeleine L'Engle painlittlesgiving It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel. Madeleine L'Engle vibrationssilenceway We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense. Madeleine L'Engle great-mindsmothermind It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they'll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on--this desperate need--and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other. Madeleine L'Engle twopeopleneeds I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day. Madeleine L'Engle each-daylightjourney It's a very American trait, this wanting people to think well of us. It's a young want, and I am ashamed of it in myself. I am not always a good daughter, even though my lacks are in areas different from her complaints. Haven't I learned yet that the desire to be perfect is always disastrous and, at the least, loses me in the mire of false guilt? Madeleine L'Engle daughterpeoplethinking I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize that this was a false guilt. I'm much more use to family and friends when I'm not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a more workable perspective. Madeleine L'Engle summermorningbook My dear, I'm seldom sure of anything. Life at best is a precarious business, and we aren't told that difficult or painful things won't happen, just that it matters. It matters not just to us but to the entire universe. Madeleine L'Engle difficultpainfulmatter It takes too much energy to be against something unless it's really important. Madeleine L'Engle importantenergylife The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books," Miranda said. "It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed. Madeleine L'Engle hatereadingbook Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself. Madeleine L'Engle atheistgodbelieve And I can't say it now. I can't say what I want to say. I hold you-- I-- I clutch you, because I love you so desperately, and time is so short, we have such a little time in which to live and be young, even at best, and I put my arms around you and hold you because I want to love you while I can and I want to know I'm loving you, only it doesn't mean anything because you aren't afraid. You aren't frightened so that you want to clutch it all while you can. Madeleine L'Engle loving-youlove-youmean Stories are like children. They grow in their own way. Madeleine L'Engle storieschildrenway
