Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Quotes
On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a friend driving in a pony carriage passed me, stopped and said, "Have you heard that Charles Dickens is dead?" It was as if I had been robbed of one of my dearest friends.
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
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Chris Kyle
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Colson Whitehead
These two enormous forces - truth and meaning - are at war in today's world. ...And something sooner or later has to give.
Ken Wilber
On the day long after childhood when I suddenly heard of his death, the sky grew dark above my head. I was walking on a Southern highway, and a friend driving in a pony carriage passed me, stopped and said, "Have you heard that Charles Dickens is dead?" It was as if I had been robbed of one of my dearest friends.
Margaret Elizabeth Sangster