Quote by Karen Kingsbury
As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for

As I watched bookstores close, I began to wonder how that felt for the owners. Owning a bookstore was their dream and now theyre struggling and seeing those dreams fall apart. – Karen Kingsbury

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Im receiving 300 to 500 letters every week from people telling me that God used my stories to save their marriage or to introduce them to Christ or to heal a relationship that had been broken. – Karen Kingsbury

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If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you. – Ray Bradbury

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Good dreams dont come cheap, youve got to pay for them and If you just dream when youre asleep this is no way for them to come alive… to survive. – Harry Chapin

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Do What You Gotta Do is a positive, inspirational song that says no matter what it is whether youre up against challenges or trying to get your dreams and aspirations met, you should do what whatever you have to do shy of killing yourself or someone else. – Angie Stone

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Rude contact with facts chased my visions and dreams quickly away, and in their stead I beheld the horrors, the corruption, the evils and hypocrisy of society, and as I stood among them, a young wife, a great wail of agony went out from my soul. – Victoria Woodhull

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So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it. – Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948

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