I've always thought that the most perfect fate which could befall any woman would be to be born a rich widow.
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness. - Faith Baldwin
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness.
- Faith Baldwin
Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs. - Faith Baldwin
Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs.
I've always thought that the most perfect fate which could befall any woman would be to be born a rich widow. - Faith Baldwin
Gratitude is a humble emotion. It expresses itself in a thousand ways, from a sincere thank you to friend or stranger, to the mute, up-reaching ackno… - Faith Baldwin
Gratitude is a humble emotion. It expresses itself in a thousand ways, from a sincere thank you to friend or stranger, to the mute, up-reaching ackno…
I think one should forgive and remember .... If you forgive and forget in the usual sense, you're just driving what you remember into the subconsciou… - Faith Baldwin
I think one should forgive and remember .... If you forgive and forget in the usual sense, you're just driving what you remember into the subconsciou…
I see now how things even up, how they are squared away, and how they balance under the law of love and justice. No year of life is emotionally, spir… - Faith Baldwin
I see now how things even up, how they are squared away, and how they balance under the law of love and justice. No year of life is emotionally, spir…
Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence. - Faith Baldwin
Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence.
Occasionally the impossible happens; this is a truism that accounts for much of what we call good luck; and also, bad. - Faith Baldwin
Occasionally the impossible happens; this is a truism that accounts for much of what we call good luck; and also, bad.
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. - Faith Baldwin
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.
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