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In my experience of ward nursing, two shifts are more conducive to sleep than three." "But"
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From having nursed alongside a variety of women, Lib knew that self-mastery counted for more than almost any other talent. She
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Half the country wouldn't have died if the landlords hadn't kept shipping away the corn, seizing cattle, rack-renting, evicting, torching cabins...Or if the government at Westminster hadn't thought it the most prudent course of action to sit on their arses and let the Irish starve.
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But to sever all your connections, professional as well as personal..." Lib fumbled for words. "Wouldn't it be like a little death?" Byrne nodded. "I believe emigration generally is that. The price of a new life."
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So they're fake?" "No, no. Stories are a different kind of true." "I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door."
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that was what the Irish seemed to call every young female
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where there's one there's ten.' That's crazy math.
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funny
maths
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But what on earth had possessed her, to take a wagon this far beyond nowhere? When
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Sometimes love is a pie. There just isn't enough to go around. Or OK, maybe there is enough love, but not enough time and attention, so you have to grab your piece, and then the pie smashes and you're fighting for crumbs...
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Luckily Sumac has extra Rakhi in her pocket and hands them out to anyone who wants one, because really, who cares so long as the threads get tied.
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The Times had announced that seven thousand pounds had been raised to send a party of Englishwomen to the Crimea as nurses. That, Lib had thought, with dread but also a sense of daring, I believe I could do that. She'd lost so much already, she was reckless. All
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A Nightingale!" he marvelled. Ah, so Matron had told him that much. Lib was always shy of introducing the great lady's name into conversation and loathed the whimsical title that had come to be attached to all those Miss N. had trained, as if they were dolls cast in her heroic mould. "Yes, I had the honour of serving under her at Scutari." "Noble labour." It"
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I watch his hands, they're lumpy but clever. "Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?" Steppa laughs. "Folks with other things to do?" --
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When she pulled the ribbon out of her mattress, at first light the next morning, it was brown.
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thinks now. And sometimes, Little One. It's quite mysterious to
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Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As
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the paper
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It stands to reason that those who assault nature will suffer at her hands in the end.
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She struggled to think of one day in more than fifteen years of life when instead of drifting along like a leaf on the river she'd simply grabbed what she wanted. The
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Por que se ha reido de que sepa todas las palabras, si yo no lo decia en broma?-- le pregunto a mama. -- Ah, que mas da, siempre es bueno hacer reir a la gente
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The human mind needs boundaries. Without them it would fall in on itself, like a crushed honeycomb.
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she feels that surge of warmth, and this time she remembers what it means: not love but piss. Or the love that's mixed with piss and can't be separated from it.
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My eyes dawdled across the missalette. I had never noticed before that the official title of the 'Lord have mercy' prayer was the gracious phrase 'Invitation to Sorrow'. Hey there, Sorrow, how've you been keeping? Come on in. If your bike doesn't have lights you can always crash on our sofa tonight. Oh, so you'll be staying a while, Sorrow? Planning to get to know me better? Grand, so. There's tea in the pot. All
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Sitting watching Anna's eyelids flicker some hours later, Lib found herself longing for the sleep she should have had that afternoon. But this was an old battle, and like any nurse, she knew she could win if she spoke to herself severely enough. The
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At the balls he took me to there were many beautiful young women who didn't say a word. They answered every question with a shrug or a smile. If champagne got spilt down their dresses they only sighed; when the full moon slid out from behind the castle they watched it in silence. I could not understand it. Had they sold their voices too? Even their bodies were silent, always upright, never loosening their lines. They walked like letters on ..
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It came to Daffy then, how easily the worst in oneself could rise up and strike a blow. How even the most enlightened man had little power over his own darkness.
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I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.
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When I was as young as you are now I learned how to save my own life.
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The thing is to take your life in your hands.
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What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster?
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In childhood, Lib remembered, family seemed as necessary and inescapable as a ring of mountains. One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country.
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Men never feel quite the same about a woman's body once they know it's done that thing: widened and torn to push out a baby's head.
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motherhood
pregnancy
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checkup?" "I said"
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I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord.
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On the whole I am inclined to think that a witch should not kiss. Perhaps it is the not being kissed that makes her a witch; perhaps the source of her power is the breath of loneliness around her.
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witches
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It;s called a flea market, because they sell old things that might have fleas living in them.
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We spend most of our lives holding on to objects, he thought, and finally they fall from our cold dead hands and those who tidy up after us have the worry of what to do with all this stuff.
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I looked at my stepmother, and she stared back at me, and our eyes were like mirrors set opposite each other, making a corridor of reflections, infinitely hollow.
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I don't watch the cartoon planet this morning, I choose a bit of a gardening and a fitness and a news, and everything I see I say, "Ma, is that real?" and she says yeah, except one bit about a movie with werewolves and a woman bursting like a balloon is just special effects, that's drawing on computers."
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less rotted and she nibbles it smiling. "Look," I show her, "there's holes in my cake where the chocolates were till just now." "Like craters," she says. She puts her fingertop in one. "What's craters?" "Holes where something happened. Like a volcano or an explosion or something." I put the green chocolate back in its crater and do ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, boom. It flies up into Outer Space and around into ..
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No entiendo por que el dolor significa que te curas
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Swiping's bad but if I was a swiper I'd swipe good stuff like cars and chocolates.
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No sabia que las cosas pudieran estar vivas a medias. Aunque tampoco sabia que los retratos tuvieran vida dentro.
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Blanche has already steeled herself, knowing that the Irish can't cook.)
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