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Fair means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
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inspirational
fair
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Rick Riordan |
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Life is fair. We all get the same nine-month shake in the box, and then the dice roll. Some people get a run of sevens. Some people, unfortunately, get snake-eyes. Its just how the world is.
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life
full-dark-no-stars
roll
sevens
stephen-king
fair
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Stephen King |
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Where was that fragile, golden-fair Dresden doll I used to be? Gone. Gone like porcelain turned into steel-made into someone who would always get what she wanted, no matter who or what stood in her way.
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porcelain
turned-into
used-to-be
changed
made
doll
fragile
obstacles
steel
fair
she
wants
gone
someone
fragility
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V.C. Andrews |
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Assassins take no pride in fighting fairly. We take pride in winning.
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fair
rule
bite
brawl
killer
lawless
murderer
no-holds-barred
poisoner
ruthless
skirmish
strike
lose
win
pride
fight
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Robin Hobb |
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...the thing with brothers is, you're supposed to take turns being the keeper. Sometimes you get to sit down and be the brother who is kept.
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nikolai-delphiki
fair
brothers
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Orson Scott Card |
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Life has very little even ground.
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life
even-ground
fair
fairness
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J.D. Robb |
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"Please," Kendra said. "Think of all the lives that will be destroyed."
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life
demon
fablehaven
keys
mull
fair
prison
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Brandon Mull |
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"There is beautiful you are." "No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob. "Yes," said Owen. "No," said Marged, not so certain. "Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes." "Dove's eyes are small." Marged said. "Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen." --
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romance
fair
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Richard Llewellyn |
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No one would ever like him; he would never be accused of being unfair.
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fair
like
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Charlaine Harris |
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He would not kiss her mouth or allow her to caress him in tenderness. He broke his fierce silence only to whisper what wicked magic he was going to work until it took little more than the husky rasp of his voice in her ear to bring her to the brink of fulfillment. Had there been even a hint of brutality in his attentions, Holly might have brought herself to hate him, but his accomplished hands cherished her flesh as if it were his own private altar. She'd never known such unbridled ecstasy. Or such misery.
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teresa-medeiros
fair
holly
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Teresa Medeiros |