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When someone has been mean to you, why would you want to be good to them?' 'You wouldn't want to. That's what makes it hard. You do it anyway. Being good is hard. Much harder than being bad.
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war
goodness
books-of-ember
lina
right-choices
city-of-ember
jeanne-duprau
people-of-sparks
peace
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The main thing to do is pay attention. Pay close attention to everything, notice what no one else notices. Then you'll know what no one else knows, and that's always useful.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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What you need to learn, children, is the difference between right and wrong in every area of life. And once you learn the difference, you must always choose the right.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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A person who thought he knew everything simply didn't understand how much there was to know.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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People find a way through just about anything.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Why, if its going to be allright, do we see it getting worse every day?
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why
worse
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the world, we can't touch the place life comes from. Whatever made the plants and animals and people spring up in the first place will always be there, and life will spring up again.
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ember
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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His sympathy made tears spring to Lina's eyes. Doon looked startled for a moment, and then he took a step toward her and wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a squeeze so quick and tight that it made her cough, and then it made her laugh. She realized all at once that Doon--thin, dark-eyed Doon with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket and his good heart--was the person that she knew better than anyone now. He was her be..
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Wouldn't it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful - a blue sky.
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sky
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Remember the city, the city remember Where treasure is hidden under the ground The city, the city, always remember That's where the treasure will be found.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Maybe there was no happily ever after [...] but there was happiness sometimes and she had it now, doing what she knew she was born for.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.
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loneliness
sadness
friendship
city-of-ember
jeanne-duprau
lef-out
people-of-sparks
sweet
longing
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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The main thing is to pay attention. Pay close attention to everything, notice what no one else notices. Then you'll know what no one else knows, and that's always useful.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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It wasn't because they had extraordinary powers, really, but because of how well they used the ordinary powers everyone had: the power of courage, the power of kindness, the powers of curiosity and knowledge.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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It would be something that another person had written down without understanding its significance; just a sentence or two that would be like a flash of light.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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They lifted their faces to the astonishing warmth. The sky arched over them, a pale, clear blue. Lina felt as though a lid that had been on her all her life had been lifted off. Light and air rushed though her, making a song, like the songs of Ember, only it was a song of joy. She looked at Doon and saw that he was smiling and crying at the same time, and she realized that she was, too.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Can't it be stopped?" said Lina. She shifted around under her blanket, trying to find a place to sit where rocks weren't digging into her. Maybe it can be stopped at the beginning," Maddy said. "If someone sees what's happening and is brave enough to reverse the direction." Reverse the direction?" Yes, turn it around." How would you do that?" You'd do something good," said Maddy. "Or at least you'd keep yourself from doing something bad." B..
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wrong
inspirational
decisions
right
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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It's for my God, the god of dogs, and snakes and dust mites and albino bears and Siamese twins, the god of stars and starships and other dimensions, the god who loves everyone and makes everything marvelous.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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The idea seemed to be that if you prayed extremely hard--especially if a lot of people prayed at once--maybe God would change things. The trouble was, what if your enemy was praying, too? Which prayer would God listen to?
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Unintended consequences, he thought miserably. He was angry at his anger, the way it surged up and took over.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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You know, son, I don't think there's such a thing as an easy life. There's always going to be hard work and there will always be misfortunes we can't control, lurking out at the edges - storms, sickness, wolves. But there is such a thing as a good life and I think that we have one here.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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He says I'm beautiful as a red tomato
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humor
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Lina looked out at the lighted streets spreading away in every direction, the streets she knew so well. She loved her city, worn out and crumbling though it was.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Think about what it would mean to fight," he said. "Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. We go out to meet them with whatever weapons we can find - sticks, maybe, or pieces of broken glass. We battle each other. Maybe they set fire to the hotel. Maybe we march into the village and steal food from them nad they come after us and bea..
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war
love
inspirational
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself anymore. Anger is.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Kept talking about how she's studying every holy book she can get her hands on, aiming to understand God's word. I quoted St. Augustine to her. 'If you understand it, it isn't God.' Gave her a cup of chamomile tea.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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The day had a strange but comforting feel to it, like a rest between the end of one time and the beginning of another.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Lina couldn't sleep at first, thinking of the old songs and what they meant. Someone, long ago, had hoped that at least a few people would survive and had wanted them to remember her city and the treasure it held, the treasure that was most valuable of all - herself, her family, and all of the generations of people who had lived in that secret place, their purpose, though they didn't know it, to make sure that human beings did not vanish fr..
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inspirational
survival
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She started back down the trail. If no dogs find the food, she thought, maybe squirrels will. Or that white bear. Or if no one finds it, then it can all be for God. Only not for the Prophet's God, her mean, picky God who dislikes so many things. It's for my God, the god of dogs and snakes and dust mites and albino bears and Siamese twins, the god of stars and starships and other dimensions, the god who loves everyone and who makes everythin..
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons off the table and spilling cups of water and crumpling pages of books. That is, she was almost her old self.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Everyone has some darkness inside. It's like a hungry creature. It wants and wants and wants with a terrible power. And the more you give it, the bigger and hungrier it gets.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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There is so much darkness in Ember, Lina. It's not just outside, it's inside us, too. Everyone has some darkness inside. It's like a hungry creature. It wants and wants and wants with a terrible power. And the more you give it, the bigger and hungrier it gets.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Lina liked going to the market plaza. It was always alive with people and animals, and the market had things she'd never seen before-sandals made of old truck tires, hats and baskets woven of straw.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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What was the power that turned the worm into a moth? It was greater than any power the Builders had had, he was sure of that. The power that ran the city of Ember was feeble by comparison...
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life
intelligent-design
power
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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction." --Martin Luther King, Jr., "Strength to Love," 1963"
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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All these words, written so long ago, seemed to say to her, Remember us. We were here. We were real.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Lina had never seen anyone so disorganized as the doctor. She peeked into the medicine room once when the doctor was out and was amazed at the clutter in there-shelves and cupboards and tables piled with stuff in bottles and stuff in boxes and stuff in jars, all higgledy-piggledy. How Dr. Hester found anything she couldn't imagine.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself any-more.
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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You should THINK about what's the right thing to do. Not just take someone's word for it" -Grover"
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Love is love, seems to me. As long as what you love isn't armed robbery, or bombing airplanes, or kidnapping little children." -Crystal"
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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In the second row was a boy named Doon Harrow. He sat with his shoulders hunched, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, and his hands clasped tightly together. His hair looked rumpled, as if he hadn't combed it for a while. He had dark, thick eyebrows, which made him look serious at the best of times and, when he was anxious or angry, came together to form a straight line across his forehead. His brown corduroy jacket was so old that its..
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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How can you stand to do it? The poor little mouse!" Grover shrugged. "It's nature," he said. "Nature likes the snake just as much as the mouse."
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predatory-and-prey
predators
prey
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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Full to the brim with hope and love and joy, she watched the little light bulb shining like a promise in the night.
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Jeanne DuPrau |