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We both knew it couldn't last, Catherine. From the beginning I warned you, April just can't marry with September.
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El amor no llega cuando uno quiere. A veces surge de pronto, contra la voluntad de uno.
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La muerte no es lo unico que nos priva de las personas que amamos y necesitamos.
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Angel, Santa, engendro del diablo, buena o mala, lo cierto es que te apoderarse de mi y sere tuyo hasta el dia de mi muerte. Y si tu mueres primero, no, tardare en seguirte"."
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I had heard the wind from the mountains calling me last night, telling me it was my time to go, and I woke up, knowing what to do. Once I was in that cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the steep and narrow stairs. On my way to the attic. On my way to where I'd find my Christopher, again . . .
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I didn't have to go on the internet and look it up to know that a family wasn't just something that brought you comfort and security. It provided some warmth in an otherwise cold and often harsh and cruel world. It gave you hope, especially when events or actions of others weighed you down with depression and defeat. All the rainbows in our lives originated with something from our families.
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I felt like Alice falling into a dark Wonderland.
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What had Sylvia done?
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few dignitaries made speeches that Myra said were so full of soap that if we looked closely, we'd see bubbles coming out of their mouths.
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when you reinforce your belief with words you take from the Old Testament that you seek out, and interpret in the ways that suit your needs best, that is hypocrisy,
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The secret of love was in the eyes, the way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.
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Faith . . . it's all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?
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And there is something in the young that rebels when life is made too strict, making us want to do most of all the very things denied to us.
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Burying your head in the sand, even for a short time, is self-defeating. Prepare yourself, and train for trouble. Face your problems and challenges head-on and defeat them,
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there is a reason for everything and a solution for every problem,
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children were like plants--they had to have sunshine if they were to grow.
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baculo
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seems young people don't want to make compromises or sacrifices too easily. They don't naturally go out of their way. It's the 'please me now' generation.
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You look . . . so divine," I said in a tight voice. "I see candy in your eyes and the crown jewels of England too." "No--that's what I am seeing in your eyes, Cathy. You're so very beautiful in that white nightgown. I love you in white nightgowns with blue satin ribbons. I love the way your hair spreads like a fan, and you turn your cheek so it rests on a satin pillow." He moved closer, so his head was on my hair too. Even closer he inclin..
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chris
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But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer--and gold weighed a ton--and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
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La muerte no es lo unico que nos priva de las personas a quien amamos y necesitamos.
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they had slept like babies. "Which proves how important it is for a man to return home,"
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And the way you find out how much they care is by looking into the eyes--eyes never learn how to lie.
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A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears." Carson"
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pleasingly plump" figure."
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Let's just say when she's seventy, she'll be a leading candidate for the Olivia Foxworth award.
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This book is dedicated to my mother.
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needing arms to hold me safe during the darkness, wanting kisses on my face to put me to sleep, to wake me up, to put over me a safe parasol of love.
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Yes, she wanted to make us undone that night, when we were young, innocent, trusting, having known only the sweetest part of living. She wanted to wither our souls and shrivel us small and dry, perhaps never to feel pride again. But she didn't know us.
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What did you do with time when you had it in superabundance? Where did you put your eyes when you had already seen everything? What direction should your thoughts take, when daydreams could lead you into so much trouble?
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Most of our teachers, knowing we had an extra day off, usually piled on the homework to make up for it.
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eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions.
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Too much money buys everything but health, so they have no dreams left to purchase, and no aspirations, so in the end they are only bored.
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Pero las ilusiones son como las telaranas, que son muy faciles de deshacer, y en seguida volvia a la realidad. ?Y donde estaba la felicidad? ?En los ayeres? ?En los mananas? No, ciertamente en esta hora, en este minuto, en este segundo. Solo teniamos una cosa, una tan solo, que nos diese una chispita de alegria: la esperanza.
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hope
life
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opened.
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Dance, Ballerina, dance, and do your pirouette In rhythm with your aching heart, Dance, Ballerina, dance, you mustn't once forget A dancer has to dance the part, Once you said his love must wait its turn, You wanted fame instead, I guess that's your concern, We live and learn...and love is gone, Ballerina, gone...
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Getting older means learning how to leave with doubt and how to get home again.
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Love changed all that was ordinary into something giddy, powerful, drunken, enchanted.
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Perhaps lovers aren't supposed to look down at the ground. That kind of story is told in symbols, and earth represents reality, and reality represents frustrations, chance illnesses, death, murder, and all kinds of other tragedies. Lovers are meant to look up at the sky, for up there no beautiful illusions can be trampled upon." Frowning, sulky, I gazed moodily at him. "And when I fall in love," I began, "I will build a mountain to touch th..
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It was a peculiar kind of night, as if fate had planned this night, long ago, and this night was our destiny, right or wrong. It was darkness lit up by the moon so full and bright, and the stars seemed to flash Morse Code beams to one another . . . fate accomplished.. . .
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It's not good to be alone when you feel bereft. It's better to be with people and share your grief, and not keep it locked up inside." She said this dry-eyed, with not a tear, but somewhere deep inside her she was crying, screaming."
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We were again, as we'd been before, small fledgling birds sitting on a clothesline waiting for a strong gust of wind to blow us asunder.
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V.C. Andrews |
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Still, we were young, and hope has strong roots in the young, right down to their toes,
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Why was it I never realized when I was able to run wild and free that I was experiencing happiness? Why did I think back then, that happiness was always just ahead in the future, when I would be an adult, able to make my own decisions, go my own way, be my own person? Why had it seemed that being a child was never enough? Why had I thought that happiness reserved itself for those grown to full size?
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