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It seemed the older he grew—and he had grown old—the more he understood that he could not understand this confusing contest between good and evil, and that maybe people were not meant to understand things here on earth.
People could surprise you. Not just their kindness, but also their sudden ability to express things the right way.
People always kept moving, her mother had said, it’s the American way. Moving west, moving south, marrying up, marrying down, getting divorced—but moving.
She came to understand that people had to decide, really, how they were going to live.
she saw Shelly Small as a woman who suffered only from the most common complaint of all: Life had simply not been what she thought it would be.
To listen to a person is not passive. To really listen is active,
They had grown up on shame; it was the nutrient of their soil. Yet, oddly, it was her father she felt she understood the best. And for a moment Annie wondered at this, that her brother and sister, good, responsible, decent, fair-minded, had never known the passion that caused a person to risk everything they had, everything they held dear heedlessly put in danger—simply to be near the white dazzle of the sun that somehow for those moments seemed to leave the earth behind.
Anything was possible for anyone.
