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That's why they call you Seer. You see more than most.
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To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.
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Think only on the climb. Think on what you control
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Thank you for your childhood.
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always busy because of interesting books
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an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.
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There was never any comfortable way to mention or discuss one's successes without breaking the rule against bragging, even if one didn't mean to.
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Didn't life consist of the things you did each day?
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A book, to me, is almost sacrosanct: such an individual and private thing. The reader brings his or her own history and beliefs and concerns, and reads in solitude, creating each scene from his own imagination as he does. There is no fellow ticket-holder in the next seat.
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and I want you all to remember-that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of-something he can work and fight for." Surely that gift-the gift of a w..
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Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn't been discovered yet.
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It was harder for the ones who were waiting, Annemarie knew. Less danger, perhaps, but more fear.
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war
fear
inspirational
world-war-2
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Once, back in the time of the memories, everything had a shape and size, the way things still do, but they also had a quality called COLOR.
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Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.
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You will fail. Then they will kill you." - Vandara to Kira, following Kira's trial."
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Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen.
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We are four worthy orphans with a no-nonsense nanny." Like Mary Poppins?" suggested the man, with a pleased look of recognition. Not like that fly-by-night woman," Nanny said with a sniff. "It almost gives me diabetes just to think of her: all those disgusting spoonfuls of sugar!"
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It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into bloom, radiant with possibility.
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A book, to me, is almost sacrosanct: such an individual and private thing.
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Sometimes he awoke with a feeling of fragments afloat in his sleep, but he couldn't seem to grasp them and put them together into something worthy of telling at the ritual.
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It was so important to him, and he made it important to me: poetry, and language, and how we use it to remind ourselves of how our lives should be lived . . .
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The important thing is that another medium--stage, film, music--doesn't obliterate a book. The movie is here now, on a big screen, with stars and costumes and a score. But the book hasn't gone away. It has simply grown up, grown larger, and begun to glisten in a new way.
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But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and the shapes told a story of a name.
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She was willing to give you everything she had. And you took it from her. You took her youth, and her beauty, and her energy and her health-" For a moment, think of his mother, Gabe couldn't continue speaking. He fell silent and choked back tears. Then he took a deep breath and went on, "- and it didn't matter. We found each other. None of it mattered but that. You won't ever know what that's like, to love someone. In a way, I pity you. But..
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The man corrected him. "Honor," he said firmly. "I have great honor. So will you. But you will find that that is not the same as power."
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The blue was gathered in her hand, and she could feel it quiver, as if it had been given breath and was beginning to live.
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Gay!' he chirped. 'Gay!' It was the way he said his own name.
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I didn't understand the war. It was new, and they all said it would be there for a long time, but where it was, exactly, was one of the things I didn't understand. It seemed to be out-of-doors, and that was why we had the blackout curtains, so that we didn't have to look at it at night-or it didn't have to look at us, perhaps. Yet on some nights we sat on the balcony and watched searchlights play across the dark sky, and that had to do with..
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He saw nothing except the endless ribbon of road unfolding in twisting narrow curves.
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She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
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memories
past
melancholy
oblivion
remembering
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He called after her as she walked away on the path. "Alys? Why were we dancing?" "Take your mind there again," she called back. "You'll remember!" To herself she murmured, shaking her head with amusement as her eyes twinkled at her own memory. "Only thirteen. But we was barefoot and flower-strewn and foolish with first love."
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She would die, Claire realized, before she would give up the love she felt for her son.
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Life here is so orderly, so predictable-so painless. It's what they've chosen.
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the-giver
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It was terrifying, almost unbelievable, the casualness of the cruelty.
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and I want you all to remember- that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narrow-minded and prejudiced one.
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But to use the knowledge of the threading, you must learn the making of the shades. When to sadden with the iron pot. How to bloom the colors. How to bleed.
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He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.
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a whole world can lie before someone, if love is there when one wakes.
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Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.
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I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.
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Precision of language, Jonah.
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You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.
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experiences
feelings
memories
difficulty
challenges
forgetting
forgiveness
mistakes
regret
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But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.
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world
letting-go
reality
optimism
life
waiting
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At dawn, the orderly, disciplined life he had always known would continue again, without him. The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without color, pain, or past.
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