I looked at this tiny, perfect creature and it was as though a light switch had been turned on. A great rush of love flooded out of me.
Interpretation
The quote expresses an overwhelming feeling of love triggered by the sight of a beautiful creature.
In this quote, Madeleine L'Engle captures the moment of profound emotional connection that often arises when one encounters something truly beautiful or innocent, such as a small creature. This experience acts as a catalyst, igniting feelings of love and compassion that may have been dormant, illustrating how beauty can evoke deep emotional responses and change our perspectives.
In practice
In a speech about parenting, one could say, 'Just like Madeleine L'Engle expressed, when I look at my child, love floods over me in an unexplainable way.'
Truth is what is true, and it's not necessarily factual. Truth and fact are not the same thing. Truth does not contradict or deny facts, but it goes through and beyond facts. This is something that it is very difficult for some people to understand. Truth can be dangerous.
George MacDonald gives me renewed strength during times of trouble--times when I have seen people tempted to deny God--when he says, "The Son of God suffered unto death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like his.
If you don't recount your family history, it will be lost. Honor your own stories and tell them too. The tales may not seem very important, but they are what binds families and makes each of us who we are.
I never want to lose the story-loving child within me, or the adolescent, or the young woman, or the middle-aged one, because all together they help me to be fully alive on this journey, and show me that I must be willing to go where it takes me, even through the valley of the shadow.
The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.
When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
Its a beautiful woman's fate to be the subject of conversation where ever she goes
Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it β make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me βwrite the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you donβt want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.
No love is Love that subjugates the Lover. No love is Love that feeds on flesh and blood. No love is Love that draws a woman to a man only to breed more women and men and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh.
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