Charlie Laidlaw
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“She didn’t know what to say to this, or how to tell him she wasn’t strong, the patina of her resolve was made of soft metal. She wasn’t strong, but had become good at pretending – so good that only she knew it. She had developed a chameleon’s skin; she could change colour hide behind a false facade. She wasn’t made of steel. She still sometimes slept with a light on, and still sometimes heard a small child crying.”
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
“Is that what love is? Discovering a missing jigsaw piece and finding that it fits? Are we all born incomplete, compelled to search for the lost bits of us? ”
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
“God a forgiving kind of God?’ Irene put a hand on her arm. ‘There’s nothing to forgive, sweetie. We all make mistakes.’ ‘Even God?’ ‘Believe me, petal, mostly God.”
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
― The Things We Learn When We're Dead
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