If you’re going to care about the fall of the sparrow you can’t pick and choose who’s going to be the sparrow. It’s everybody.
A letter to me from an eleven-year-old girl posed the question, “How can I remain a child forever and not grow up?”
I wrote back, “I don’t think you can, and I don’t think it would be a good idea if you could. What you can do, and what I hope you will do, is remain a child forever, and grow up, too.”
That is what it means to be a whole human being, rather than an isolated fragment of our own chronology.
~Madeleine L’Engle, A Stone for a Pillow
I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be. Because I was once a rebellious student, there is and always will be in me the student crying out for reform. This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages, the perpetual student, the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide; my past is part of what makes the present Madeleine and must not be denied or rejected or forgotten.
~Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
This is the irrational season, when love blooms bright and wild. Had Mary been filled with reason, there’d have been no room for the child.