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Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let… — Jim Elliot Copy Share Image
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Something went klunk. Like a nickel dropping in a soda machine. One of those small insights that explains everything. This was puberty… — David Gerrold Copy Share Image
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You travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
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Yet, it ought to be obvious that good music generally occupies a higher plane that mere politics. Great writers can express moods… — Tony Snow Copy Share Image
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I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it… — Katherine Mansfield Copy Share Image
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While I did a lot of research, I ended up feeling that the best way to write about grief was to describe… — Meghan O'Rourke Copy Share Image
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I did not have any role model. I could not learn anything from the female voice that male poets used, a voice… — Kim Hyesoon Copy Share Image
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