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Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't.
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Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
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Our God has boundless resources. The only limit is in us. Our asking, our thinking, our praying are too small. Our expectations are too limited.
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His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.
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War is death. If we are to engage in war, then we should have to stare it straight in the face and call it by its rightful name.
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Then the fear all humans felt when met with Death’s gaze came over his face. That’s right buddy, I’m Death, now move away from my girl.
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As barbaric is we are, it's a miracle we haven't blown ourselves off the face of the earth so far.
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We both grew into the people we wanted each other to be.
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All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
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At my age, any day above ground and vertical is a good day.
