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Monica Furlong


Spiritual Writer and Poet

Full Name and Common Aliases


Monica Furlong was born Patricia Monica Furlong on June 22, 1930.

Birth and Death Dates


June 22, 1930 – December 13, 2006

Nationality and Profession(s)


British spiritual writer, poet, novelist, and editor. Furlong wrote extensively on spirituality and women's issues.

Early Life and Background


Monica Furlong was born in England to a family of modest means. She grew up in a working-class neighborhood, where she developed an early interest in literature and poetry. Furlong's mother, a devout Catholic, instilled in her a strong sense of morality and spirituality. These influences would later shape Furlong's writing and worldview.

Major Accomplishments


Monica Furlong was a prolific writer who published numerous books on spirituality, women's issues, and the human condition. Her work explored themes such as mysticism, personal growth, and social justice. Some of her notable publications include:

_The Seed in the Desert: A Study of John of the Cross_ (1977)
_The Divine Renovation: An Exploration of the Mystery of Christ's Birth_ (1985)
* _Women Healing/Healing Women: Root Medicine among the People_ (1996)

Notable Works or Actions


Monica Furlong was a vocal advocate for women's rights and social justice. Her writing often emphasized the importance of spirituality in everyday life, particularly for women. She also explored the intersectionality of faith, politics, and personal growth.

Impact and Legacy


Monica Furlong's work has had a lasting impact on contemporary spirituality and feminist thought. Her writing continues to inspire readers worldwide, offering insights into the human experience and the transformative power of spirituality.

Quotes by Monica Furlong

All learned people learn Latin. It’s bound to come in useful. Fairy tales, on the other hand, are about real life.
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All learned people learn Latin. It’s bound to come in useful. Fairy tales, on the other hand, are about real life.
People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don’t mean to do.
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People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don’t mean to do.
What I like about gluttony, a bishop I knew used to say, is that it doesnt hurt anyone else.
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What I like about gluttony, a bishop I knew used to say, is that it doesnt hurt anyone else.
If envy was not such a tearing thing to feel it would be the most comic of sins. It is usually, if not always, based on a complete misunderstanding of another person’s situation.
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If envy was not such a tearing thing to feel it would be the most comic of sins. It is usually, if not always, based on a complete misunderstanding of another person’s situation.
It used to irritate a friend of mine that when he went to confession he never got the chance to tell the priest the good things he had done.
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It used to irritate a friend of mine that when he went to confession he never got the chance to tell the priest the good things he had done.
What is difficult about learning – any kind of learning – is that you have to give up what you know already to make room for the new ideas. Children are much better at it than grownups.
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What is difficult about learning – any kind of learning – is that you have to give up what you know already to make room for the new ideas. Children are much better at it than grownups.
People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don't mean to do.
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People are like a pack of dogs sometimes. All right one by one, but together... together they do awful things they don't mean to do.
I want to be special,” I said obstinately at last.“So does everyone else. So we have to take turns.”‘But some people are more special than others, aren’t they?“Juniper suddenly got extremely irritated. "The really special ones are the ones who don’t even think about it,” she said.
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I want to be special,” I said obstinately at last.“So does everyone else. So we have to take turns.”‘But some people are more special than others, aren’t they?“Juniper suddenly got extremely irritated. "The really special ones are the ones who don’t even think about it,” she said.
Wise Child: Why don't you beat me then?Juniper: I can't be bothered.
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Wise Child: Why don't you beat me then?Juniper: I can't be bothered.
Marian, in her boy’s clothing, sat astride a fallen treetrunk near the Trysetell Tree, her eyes fixed on Robin, who stood perfectly still, waiting. He looked at her, smiling the smile Dummy had noticed before whenever he was in danger, as if he were living entirely in that moment of time without thought for the past or future, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.” “Gilbert wrapped Jehan in a cloak of Lincoln green and laid him tenderly in the Oratory, heaping the bright snow about him.
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Marian, in her boy’s clothing, sat astride a fallen treetrunk near the Trysetell Tree, her eyes fixed on Robin, who stood perfectly still, waiting. He looked at her, smiling the smile Dummy had noticed before whenever he was in danger, as if he were living entirely in that moment of time without thought for the past or future, and was thoroughly enjoying himself.” “Gilbert wrapped Jehan in a cloak of Lincoln green and laid him tenderly in the Oratory, heaping the bright snow about him.
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