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“Everyone needs time for woolgathering, resting, for avoiding the sound of another human voice or just for paying attention to the counsel of one's inner thoughts and feelings. Everyone needs to remain in touch with the quiet parts of their thoughts that do not easily find their way into consciousness amid the noisy stresses of daily life.”

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Book:How to Live With Another Person
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How to Live With Another Person

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David Viscott
David Viscott

David Viscott was an American author born on May 24, 1938, and passed away on October 10, 1996. He is known for his works on psychotherapy and personal growth, which have been well-received by readers. more

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