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beadaa7
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Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
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hope
run
holden-caulfield
save
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J. D. Salinger |
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992e377
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If so, then it was also here where I came to know I can survive what hurts. I believed in my capacity to stand back up and run into the waves again and again, no matter the risk.
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risk
stand-back-up
waves
run
survive
survival
running
ocean
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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f3b9673
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"Why is it," she asked, snuggling closer, "that I so often imagine myself running away and running free?"
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free
run
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Mary Balogh |
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071511c
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Why do I want to run from happiness?
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run
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Mary Balogh |
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1729304
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Like completing a run, living today begins with preparation, planning, and prayer.
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prayer
faith
living
god
love
prepare
run
plan
christian
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Elizabeth George |
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245ab2f
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"We will not run," Paul said. "We'll move with dignity. We'll do what must be done."
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must
run
done
paul
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Frank Herbert |
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5d71a3f
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The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.
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sleep
run
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Ann Patchett |
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abab100
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Catholicism is an obsessive-compulsive faith.
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obsessive-compulsive-disorder
run
catholicism
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Ann Patchett |
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a50b1c6
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I should run, but I'm paralyzed by the sight of him. Even moving slowly, Isaiah possesses the prowess of a panther. His muscles pronounced in the easy way he strides. The set, determined gaze on me as his prey. This only proves how weak I am. Like the animal on the verge of being devoured in the wild, I stand here stunned by his dangerous beauty.
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dangerous-beauty
rachel-young
isaiah
panther
run
prey
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Katie McGarry |
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b3a959e
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I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This--this--this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.
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universe
stars
rain
cooling
torrential
amy-martin
atu-series
shades-of-earth
open
run
space
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Beth Revis |
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dea569f
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...the terrible crumple and blanch of a lie come undone...
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lies
truth
run
lie
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Ann Patchett |
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044e578
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The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird's wing beating, the world seems unreal.
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man
world
heart
despised
ever
prepares
reeks
shield
wing
turn
unreal
run
bird
field
pretend
shit
home
wall
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Bernard Cornwell |
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7266480
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He pushed to his feet, wobbly, still adjusting to his new center of gravity. He gingerly moved one forepaw, then the next, one rear paw, then the other. He picked up the pace, but still slow as he circled the clearing. A snort, like he'd figured it out, and he broke into a lope, stumbled and plowed muzzle-first into the undergrowth. I stifled a laugh, but not very well. and he glowered at me. He snorted and turned fast. When I fell back, he gave a growling chuckle. He lunged again. This time I stood my ground and he checked his leap at the last second...and toppled sideways. I didn't hide my laugh that time. He twisted fast, grabbed my pajama leg and wrenched, and down I went. He growled a chuckle. I fingered an imaginary tear in my pant leg. He walked over for a better look. I tried to grab his foreleg, but he darted out of my reach and tore across the clearing.
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exercise
teasing-banter
chloe
derek
run
wolf
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Kelley Armstrong |