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People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
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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Anne Spencer Morrow
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I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.
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What a crippling art writing is, no body to it, no craft, really. It's all in the mind and you never see it or feel it -- only sometimes hear it. It uses only such a small part of man. I wish I were a sculptor.
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