Madeleine LEngleLife, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit
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Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. The quote is taken from the Disney animated film "Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree," which features Winnie the Pooh and his friends attempting to become friends with a sonnet-writing bear. And in the end, they all succeed!
Source: A Wrinkle In Time
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