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And maybe they could find out why the woman had decided to take this story to her grave.
Makes you wonder about all the stories that have gone to the grave untold
They always ruined the fantasy when they opened their mouths.
Ain't this the truth
“Oh, forgive me. I forgot—you have no desire to star in any of my daydreams. From here on out, you won’t.” Elly extended the two tickets toward him. “But I can’t accept these. You should give them to someone who really appreciates the gesture.”
Oh she got nasty quick
that colored people were also in France.
he had dismissed so easily.
He didnt dismiss her though, just let her know the age gap and truth of where he stood
Such a good husband he was!
Does anyone else laugh at the fact she continues calling him her husband lol
she was an entertainer and sometimes that was far more potent than any one talent.
Elly knew for a fact that she went through life looking perpetually annoyed.
Same girl, same
French was lullabies and food and names and swear words. It was history and pain and love and bitterness.
“All those articles you write about the war knowing good and well what’s happening in the world, and you don’t want to lift a finger to help?” This second dousing of ice-cold water was different. This one left fear in its wake. How much did he know? How long had he been watching her? Why had he been watching her? Elly slid her eyes to Grant. “Do not think that because you are not from here that you will escape what is coming. If you don’t help us, we’ll find another way.” His voice lowered. “Everyone wonders if they would have been a Harriet Tubman but now, we both know you’d have been one of
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Then she ran.
She nailed the assignment though
“I could simply live. It’s not easy to find that space where you don’t have to be anyone but yourself and you are valued for it. If you ever do, you should protect it at all costs.”
So so true
They didn’t have any room. None. Drove all around that city and there was no room at the inn for me. I ended up having to spend the night in a friend’s apartment.”
“Money does not change skin color.”
Shouldnt need money to recognize equality
Wouldn’t it be nice if we were kind just for the sake of being kind? If we didn’t consider race or religion or sex?”
It would be beautiful
If you did the same thing you’d always done, you certainly could not expect different results.
Feel like lots of people know this but dont understand this
The magnitude of such a goal nearly made her take a misstep.
Girl same
“Miss Mitchell,” Richard Passmore said with one eyebrow raised. “So interesting to see you here.”
Uh oh
“Do you know who else I saw yesterday? Richard.”
Why do I feel like he is going to cause her trouble down the road
“You will lose every single time and they will laugh about it. They will not be kind to you because your father is French and you are a girl. When people hate your kind—when they think you’re not worth the dirt beneath their feet—it doesn’t matter your age or your education or your connections.” Or your skin color.
She had a feeling that when she finally fell in love, the poor man she rested her affections on wouldn’t know what hit him.
Swallowing hard, she backed up and scooted her body between two long coats, mentally juggling whether it would be better to stay where she was or try for a better view.
I would be dying
“You know, you were made for this. It was like you were dropped into France just for this moment.
Does seem so
“And I’ve never known colored men to get taken prisoner.”
“Cyanide. I can’t teach you how to survive torture. That is out of my wheelhouse. But I can offer you another way out.”
Well damn, what a pill to give her after her family history. I know he means well, I think, but just damn
Love is not always enough, in case you’re wondering.
Totally second this
Live your barred-up and jailed life if you want to and leave me to the freedom of mine.”
Why is this not highlighted more, not in the context of cheating just in a general rule of living life.
Her splash might be tiny but it was still wet and it was still filling the bucket.
“Sometimes,” Grant began softly, his thumb gently stroking her hand and sending unwanted little zings throughout her body, “it’s not a matter of want.”
Get your shit together Grant
He’s got to recognize that life is about taking risks and challenging yourself and being willing to get hurt in the process. And that the people who love you don’t need you to have it all together first before they accept you. They just do, flaws and all. Of course you have to be willing to work on those flaws. Everybody gets tired of crazy after a while.”
“And they won’t give it to you because he is, in fact, not Pierre Roche but John Smith …”
Totally random thought, but what if he's a spy for the Germans…thats crazy right not him
his eyes still on the military trucks. “You know, where I’m from.”
Now I'm going to second guess everything he says, when I probably shouldn't
the final act of Polly.
So damn sad
I meant it when I said I don’t trust anyone but you four.
it is that small drops of water do eventually fill the bucket.
Sometimes mistakes make things better. I’ve learned to cherish them.”
Cherish a mistake. What a unique idea.
If only Father Laval would do as he ought.
Why is he always late?
“I will. But the only thing I’m afraid of right now is you.”
“So when you look back on your life, the only thing you can possibly regret is what you did and didn’t do. The rest is out of your hands.
Richard Passmore
I don't know if I like this
