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It’s the beautiful thing about gifts, the feelings they carry within them.
“It’s either find a way forward or let it kill us slowly the rest of our lives.” I looked up, feeling as if it already had, that I’d drowned with her and only my body continued to live on.
The woman knows how to wound, her words bringing a painful echo of my grandfather into my head. Marie, happiness shouldn’t need to be chased. It’s with you all the time, wherever you choose to look.
She lifts her bottle in a mock toast. “True. But some battles are so worthy, it’s glorious even to fail.”
Until you get married and have kids, you don’t realize how far you will go to protect another. I’d have dived straight into the flames if it meant saving them.
My grandfather’s voice played in my head: Marie, only when you lose the desire for the things that don’t matter do you start to have fun.
“It’s the good deeds that make you who you are and paint the future in ways you never imagined.”
HAPPY ARE THE PAINTERS, FOR THEY SHALL NOT BE LONELY. LIGHT AND COLOUR, PEACE AND HOPE, WILL KEEP THEM COMPANY TO THE END, OR ALMOST TO THE END, OF THE DAY.
At the moment, Rose is not speaking to her father, so angry with what he did. I responded that anger is a wasted emotion, more detrimental to the bearer than the target.
