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“I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us Don’t tell—they’d banish us, you know.”
You may not be a work of art, but you are definitely a piece of work.”
‘Life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.’
I didn’t necessarily choose wrong. I just chose. And I lived with my choice, aftertaste and all.
“I keep wishing you had had a better life . . . a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue.” He looked at me then. “And that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
It was harder to see how a boy like that, so inspired by a saint, could be attracted to a sinner like me.
“He told me not to worry. He said, ‘Women cry. If she’s crying over you, she still loves you.’” Wilson tried to mimic the shaky voice of the old man. He looked at me and grinned playfully. “He said I should only worry when you stop.”
“You can’t control who loves you . . . you can’t let someone love you anymore than you can make someone love you.”
but if we sacrifice everything for a cause, we tend to become a spokesperson instead of a lover, an organizer instead of a wife, a mouthpiece instead of a mother.
Look at the ripple effects of thinking my life’s work was more important than the people in my life.”
Once upon a time there was a little bird who was placed in a nest. Wanted. Cherished. Unafraid, because she knew she was a hawk, a beautiful bird, worthy of awe, deserving of love.
