Quote by Beverly Cleary
When I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had

When I was in the first grade I was afraid of the teacher and had a miserable time in the reading circle, a difficulty that was overcome by the loving patience of my second grade teacher. Even though I could read, I refused to do so. – Beverly Cleary

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I dont think childrens inner feelings have changed. They still want a mother and father in the very same house they want places to play. – Beverly Cleary

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I dont necessarily start with the beginning of the book. I just start with the part of the story thats most vivid in my imagination and work forward and backward from there. – Beverly Cleary

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Humility is attentive patience. – Simone Weil

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I think theres not much patience for organized labour, period, public or private sector. – Kathleen Wynne

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