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Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.
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There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.
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love
separating
loving
separation
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There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.
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light
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There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such was the fate of Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Once upon a time," he said out loud to the darkness. He said these words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him."
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darkness
despereaux
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The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Love, as we have already discussed, is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains. And spools of thread.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak the words that matter.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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But, reader, there is no comfort in the word "farewell," even if you say it in French. "Farewell" is a word that,in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing."
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good-bye
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Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Once there was a princess who was very beautiful. She shone bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference." Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene. Because," said Pellegrina, "She was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103)
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Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since,in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you?
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Perhaps," said the man, "you would like to be lost with us. I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Despereaux marveled at his own bravery. He admired his own defiance. And then, reader, he fainted.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Magic is always impossible.... It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it's magic.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Nothing would be easier without you, because you are everything, all of it- sprinkles, quarks, giant donuts, eggs sunny-side up- you are the ever-expanding universe to me.
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You can always trust a dog that likes peanut butter.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?
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Kate DiCamillo |
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How will the world change if we do not question it?
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. And Despereaux's love for the Princess Pea would prove, in time, to be all of these things: powerful, wonderful, and ridiculous.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Despereaux looked at his father, at his grey-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws clasped together in front of his heart, and he felt suddenly as if his own heart would break in two. His father looked so small, so sad. "Forgive me," said Lester again. Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too. Isn't it ridiculous, after all, to think ..
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?" "Mmmm-hmmm," said Gloria. She closed her eyes. "I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart."
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Kate DiCamillo |
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It's hard not to immediately fall in love witha dog who has a good sense of humor.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Did you think that rats do not have hearts? Wrong. All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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There ain't a body, be it mouse or man, that ain't made better by a little soup.
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Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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That is surely the truth, at least for now. But perhaps you have not noticed: the truth is forever changing.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Have you, in truth, ever seen something so heartbreakingly lovely? What are we to make of a world where stars shine bright in the midst of so much darkness and gloom?
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Kate DiCamillo |
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There," she said. She rocked him back and forth. "There, you foolish, beautiful boy who wants to change the world. There, there. And who could keep from loving you? Who could keep from loving a boy so brave and true?"
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love
orphans
children
boys
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But answer me this: how can a story end happily if there is no love?
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Someone will come for you, but first you must open your heart...
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It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.
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sadness
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I promise to always turn back toward you.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together.
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Kate DiCamillo |
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the story is not a pretty one. there is violence in it. And cruelty. But stories that are not pretty have a certain value, too, I suppose. Everything, as you well know (having lived in this world long enough to have figured out a thing or two for yourself), cannont always be sweetness and light.
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violence
light
despereaux
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And so he was reading the story as if it were a spell and the words of it, spoken aloud, could make magic happen.
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