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“It's far too easy to tote around a pocketbook of virtues when people are around but the truth always claws its way out in silence. This business of quiet and aloneness is working me through and through.”

Quote by Donna VanLiere

Book:The Good Dream
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The Good Dream

The Good Dream is a narrative that delves into the complexities of human aspirations and the pursuit of one's dreams. more

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Donna VanLiere
Donna VanLiere

Donna VanLiere is an American author born in 1966. Her works mainly revolve around themes of family, love, and faith, which have won the hearts of many readers. more

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Book:ATTENTION: The Ultimate Antidote for Tension
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“[T]here is another side to this Christian story, one that is worlds away from the bookish monks and careful copyists of legend. It is a far less glorious tale of how some philosophers were beaten, tortured, interrogated and exiled and their beliefs forbidden; it is a story of how intellectuals set light to their own libraries in fear. And it is above all a story that is told by absences: of how literature lost its liberty; how certain topics dropped from philosophical debate – and then started to vanish from the pages of history. It is a story of silence.”

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Book:The Darkening Age: The Christian Destruction of the Classical World
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