14 ordspråk av Dorothy Canfield Fisher
Dorothy Canfield Fisher
A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary
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A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary
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Father sticks to it that anything that promises to pay too much can't help being risky.
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If we would only give, just once, the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two week's vacation, we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our bu
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
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Like other potentates with a long habit of arbitrary authority, she covered her perplexity with a smart show of decision.
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Our imaginations seem to have been torn open . . . as by a charge of dynamite.
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Some people think that doctors and nurses can put scrambled eggs back into the shell
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Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old, And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!
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