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Shoghi Effendi

"The unity of the human race, as envisaged by BahÃ¡'u'llÃ¡h, implies the establishment of a world commonwealth in which all nations, races, creeds and classes are closely and permanently united, and in which the autonomy of its state members and the personal freedom and initiative of the individuals that compose them are definitely and completely safeguarded."

Source : Baháʼuʼlláh, Shoghi (Effendi.) (1943). “Race and Man: A Compilation”

Shoghi Effendi

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“I know that I have a voice and can use it for good or bad. It's a gift from God.”
“I hadn't really noticed that I had a hearing problem. I just thought most people had given up on speaking clearly.”

Source : "Interview with Hal Linden TV Star, "Song & Dance Man", Hearing Aid Wearer". Interview with Dr. Beck, www.audiologyonline.com. May 23, 2005.
“What a wonderful sleep it had been! Never had sleep so refreshed him, so renewed him, so rejuvenated him! Perhaps he had really died, perhaps he had been drowned and was reborn in another form. No, he recognized himself, he recognized his hands and feet, the place where he lay and the Self in his breast, Siddhartha, self-willed, individualistic. But this Siddhartha was somewhat changed, renewed. He had slept wonderfully. He was remarkably awake, happy and curious.”
“I always carry a pair of scissors around with me to cut things out of magazines.”
“The fact that the Antarctica is beginning to look more like it's part of the story, as well.”
“I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.”

Source : Jennifer Niven (2011). “Velva Jean Learns to Fly: Book 2 in the Velva Jean series”, p.40, Penguin
“I am so tired of fear. And I don't want my girls to live in a country, in a world, based on fear.”
“I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by string and horse.Tell me everything won't end in death. That everything doesn't end with February. Dead wildflowers wrapped around a crying baby's throat.I've slowed my heartbeat to three beats a minute. I've redrawn the clouds into birds, a fox chasing them into the mountains.I'm going to move my hand today.I vomit ice cubes.There's a ghost next to me.Get up, Dad.(Light Boxes)”

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