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Dear God, thank you for warm summer nights and candlelight and good food. But thank you most of all for friends. We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us. We pray in Christ's name, Amen.
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Other people's tragedies should not be the subject of idle conversation.
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But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.
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Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she must do to save her own heart.
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Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)
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Edward thought about everything that had happened to him in his short life. What kind of adventures would you have if you were in the world for a century? The old doll said, "I wonder who will come for me this time. Someone will come. Someone always comes. Who will it be?" "I don't care if anyone comes for me," said Edward. "But that's dreadful," said the old doll. "There's no point in going on if you feel that way. No point at all. You mus..
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Don't we all live in our heads? Where else could we possibly exist? Our brains the universe.
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Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be.
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He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end, where the reader was assured that the knight and the fair maiden lived together happily ever after.
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Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.
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Men and boys always want to go fight. They are always looking for a reason to go to war. It is the saddest thing. They have this abiding notion that war is fun. And no history lesson will convince them differently.
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And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.
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Rats have a sense of humor. Rats, in fact think the world is very funny. And they are right, dear reader. They are right.
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The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.
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But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, "I forgive you, Pa!" And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself."
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You are the ever-expanding universe to me
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So many miracles have not yet happened.
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All words at all times, true or false, whispered or shouted, are clues to the workings of the human heart.
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We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?
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What was it like... to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?
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They were always on the move.But in truth said bull we are all going nowhere
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Despereaux," she whispered. And then she shouted it, "Despereaux!" Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing."
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Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.
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The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.
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Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one?
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It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love.
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Everything, as you well know . . . cannot always be sweetness and light.
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He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.
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Bah, cynics," said Dr. Meescham. "Cynics are people who are afraid to believe."
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That was the thing about tragedy. It was just sitting there, keeping you company, waiting. And you had absolutely no idea.
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There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.
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My heart, thought Edward, my heart is broken.
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SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke's shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old doll's words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain:..
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Pascal," said Dr. Meescham, "had it that since it could not be proven whether God existed, one might as well believe that he did, because there was everything to gain by believing and nothing to lose. This is how it is for me. What do I lose if I choose to believe? Nothing!" "Take this squirrel, for instance. Ulysses. Do I believe he can type poetry? Sure, I do believe it. There is much more beauty in the world if I believe such a thing is ..
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I have been loved said Edward to the stars
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I honor you!
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Reader, you may ask this queston. In fact, you must ask this question. Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse fall in love with a beautiful princess named Pea? The answer is.. Yes. Of course it's ridiculous.
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Allow me to congratulate you on your very astute powers of observation.
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At the thought of being eaten by rats, Despereaux forgot about being brave. He forgot about not being a disappointment. He felt himself heading into another faint. But his mother, who had an excellent sense of dramatic timing, beat him to it; she executed a beautiful, flawless swoon, landing right at Despereaux's feet.
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There's no point in going on if you feel that way. No point at all. You must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash in hope. You must wonder who will love you, whom you will love next." "I am done with being loved," Edward told her. "I'm done with loving. It's too painful." "Pish," said the old doll. "Where is your courage?" "Somewhere else, I guess," said Edward. "You disappoint me," she said. "You disappoint me greatly. If you have ..
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During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.
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She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.
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It occurred to her that nobody really knew what anybody else was upset about, and that seemed like a terrible thing.
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When you are a king, you may make as many ridiculous laws as you like. That is what being a king is all about.
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