BiographyType: Writer Born: November 29, 1918 Died: September 6, 2007 (aged 88) Madeleine was born on November 29th, 1918, and spent her formative years in New York City. Instead of her school work, she found that she would much rather be writing stories, poems and journals for herself, which was reflected in her grades (not the best). However, she was not discouraged. |
But when the world is, indeed, in chaos, then an affirmation of cosmos becomes essential.
You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father.
Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.
The best way to guide children without coercion is to be ourselves.
We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are.
We are going to your father," Mrs. Which said.
"But where is he?" Meg went over to Mrs. Which and stamped as though she were as young as Charles Wallace.
Mrs. Whatsit answered in a voice that was low but quite firm. "On a planet that has given in. So you must prepare to be very strong.
If we are to be aware of life while we are living it, we must have the courage to relinquish our hard-earned control of ourselves.
An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.
If we allow our "high creativity" to remain alive, we will never be bored. We can pray, standing in line at the super market. Or we can be lost in awe at all the people around us, their lives full of glory and tragedy, and suddenly we will have the beginnings of a painting, a story, a song.