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“The greatest challenge a teacher has to accept is the courage to be; if we are, we make mistakes; we say too much where we should have said nothing; we do not speak where a word might have made all the difference. If we are, we will make terrible errors. But we still have to have the courage to struggle on, trusting in our own points of reference to show us the way.”

Quote by Madeleine L'Engle

Work

A Circle of Quiet

This book is a reflective and introspective journey that delves into the author's personal experiences and observations, focusing on the beauty of simplicity and the importance of spiritual reflection in daily life. more

Author

Madeleine L'Engle
Madeleine L'Engle

American writer, born on November 29, 1918, and died on September 6, 2007. Madeleine L'Engle is renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels, with her most famous work being 'A Wrinkle in Time'. more

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