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After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
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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The present is passed over in the race for the future the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.
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the issue of war or peace is an issue that concerns not only experts on Foreign Affairs but every citizen of the United States.
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But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.
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These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.
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Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.
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The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.
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Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
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war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.
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You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.
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