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" Within this enclosed women's world, so to say, behind the walls and fortifications of it, I felt the presence of a great ideal, without which the garrison would not have carried on so gallantly; the idea of a Millennium when women were to reign supreme in the world. The old mother at such times would take on a new shape, and sit enthroned as a massive dark symbol of that mighty female deity who had existed in old ages, before the time of the prophet's God. Of her they never lost sight, but they were, before all, practical people with an eye on the needs of the moment and with infinite readiness of resource. "
― Karen Blixen , Out of Africa
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" God’s side is determined not by geography, but by those who do His will. If Germans, English, Japanese, and Americans prayed right, they would all be praying for the same intention: Thy Will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. And what is that Will? The reign of Justice and Charity in the hearts of men. Through a prayerful contemplation of war we will see not soldiers of different nations in combat, but one great family, quarreling, fighting, wounding, and all in need of the peace and charity of Christ which we hope to obtain by our supplications. "
― Fulton J. Sheen , Fulton Sheen's Wartime Prayer Book
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" Just a boy, Just a child,
In a place where no one grows up;
Young bodies with old minds,
Dream and nightmare reign side by side,
In a place where no one grows up;
A time when darkness shrouded the sun,
Vengeance birthed from sea and blood,
Many had fallen in the war never won,
In a place where no one grows up;
When the boy’s heart grieved he became more of a man,
When the pirate’s heart hardened with the loss of his hand,
One dreadful night everything changed and feuds began,
Now the ghosts from their mistakes are tied to this land,
In a place where no one grows up;
Just a boy, just a child, in appearance it’s true,
But children can carry terrible burdens too,
For sometimes stopping time doesn’t mean forever youth,
Living, forgetting, loving, seething, bearing an all too heavy truth;
Just a boy, Just a child,
In a place where no one grows up. "
― Emory R. Frie , Neverland (Realms #2)
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" They here shall be redeemed from sin,
Shall here put on their glorious dress,
Fine linen, pure, and white, and clean
The saints' inherent righteousness.
Love, perfect love, expels all doubt,
Love makes them to the end endure;
Their names thou never wilt blot out;
Their life is hid, their heart is pure.
Their names thou wilt vouchsafe to own
Before thy Father's majesty,
Pronounce them good, and say, 'Well done,
Enter, and ever reign with me! "
― Charles Wesley