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The pain of loss was still there. It never went away. It just got buried in time, like a rock slowly being covered over by dirt.
“Just give me one more chance to beat her,” Joel said. “Very well then. Both of you, get out your chalk.” Joel hesitated. He didn’t have any chalk on him at the moment. “Can I … borrow a piece?” he whispered sheepishly to Melody.
“The most dangerous kind of man is not the one who spent his youth shoving others around. That kind of man gets lazy, and is often too content with his life to be truly dangerous. The man who spent his youth being shoved around, however … When that man gets a little power and authority, he often uses it to become a tyrant on par with the worst warlords in history.
Do not let jealousy, bitterness, or anger be what guides that path.
“Never be sorry for what you are, son,”
Like all things virtuous, you have to suffer to gain the reward.”
“Ice cream as a metaphor for religious virtue?” Joel said. “Nice.”
What good is having friends if they don’t put you in mortal peril every once in a while?”
Life wasn’t simple. It never had been simple. He just hadn’t known.
So much about life was disappointment.
There is nothing inherently important about a second or a minute. They’re fictional divisions, enacted by mankind, fabricated.”
