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I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Age: 94 †
Born: 1906
Born: June 22
Died: 2001
Died: February 7
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Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one's resources it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion.
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For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.
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