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The April sun, weak but determined, shone through a castle window and from there squeezed itself through a small hole in the wall and placed one golden finger on the little mouse.
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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 must be filled with expectancy. You must be awash with hope. You must wonder who will have 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..
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I don't understand,' said Despereaux. 'And you will not understand until you lose what you love...
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But, reader, we must not forget that Kind Phillip loved the queen and that without her, he was lost. This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.
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If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.
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But, reader, we must not forget that King Phillip loved the queen and that without her, he was lost. This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.
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Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside of her.
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Love is a powerful, wonderful, ridiculous thing, capable of moving mountains.
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Nothing would be easier without you, because you are everything, all of it -- sprinkles, quarks, giant donuts, eggs sunny - side up -- you are the ever - expanding universe to me.
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cry. The
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He had been so lonely, so desperately, hopelessly lonely for so long. He might very well spend the rest of his life in prison, alone. And he understood that what he wanted now was something much simpler, much more complicated than the magic he had performed. What he wanted was to turn to somebody and take hold of their hand and look up with them and marvel at the snow falling from the sky. "This," he wanted to say to someone he loved and wh..
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night, there was a real bad thunderstorm. But what woke me up wasn't the thunder and lightning. It was Winn-Dixie, whining and butting his head against my bedroom door. "Winn-Dixie," I said. "What are you doing?" He didn't pay any attention to me. He just kept beating his head against the door and whining and whimpering; and when I got out of bed and went over and put my hand on his head, he was shaking and trembling so hard that it scared ..
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Gloria Dump looked over at the preacher. He nodded his head at Gloria and cleared his throat and said, "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." "Amen,"..
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What if you like the elephant were gone to the place you were meant, after all, to be?
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Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. "Do you hear music?" she said to Sheila. "I hear something," said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. "I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing."
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When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another. Author,s note
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Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.
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You got to rescue yourself.
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I said, "What is that smell?"
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What we got, all we got, is each other. And we got to learn to make do with that.
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Never enough. 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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The princess smiled at Despereaux again, and this time, Despereaux smiled back. And then, something incredible happened: The mouse fell in love.
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will be a scientific adventure.
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It is important that you say what you mean to say. Time is too short. You must speak words that matter.
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he went down the stairs, "no choice, no choice,"
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snakes,
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I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.
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And he marveled, too, at how different he felt inside, how much lighter, as if he had set something heavy down and walked away from it, without bothering to look back.
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Despereaux did not know it, but he would need, very soon, to be brave himself.
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And hope is like love... a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.
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Anything could happen. Together, she and Ulysses could change the world. Or something.
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trotting
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Baptist
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