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| 7bd6ddf | I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it's a matter of knowing when to do it. Knowing when the time's right. | struggle courage knowing-when-the-time-is-right spoken-words limit mouth | Markus Zusak | |
| 4868850 | God, He didn't write the scripts for the puny little players down here. We wrote them ourselves-with each day we lived, each word we spoke, each thought we etched on our brains. And Momma had written her script, too. And a sorry one it was. | living god life down-here each-day scripts spoke written spoken-words speaking players mothers thought | V.C. Andrews |