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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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fair
full-dark-no-stars
life
roll
sevens
stephen-king
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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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changed
doll
fair
fragile
fragility
gone
made
obstacles
porcelain
she
someone
steel
turned-into
used-to-be
wants
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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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bite
brawl
fair
fight
killer
lawless
lose
murderer
no-holds-barred
poisoner
pride
rule
ruthless
skirmish
strike
win
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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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brothers
fair
nikolai-delphiki
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Orson Scott Card |
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Life has very little even ground.
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even-ground
fair
fairness
life
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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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demon
fablehaven
fair
keys
life
mull
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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fair
romance
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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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fair
holly
teresa-medeiros
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Teresa Medeiros |