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“We do. You just don’t realize it yet. Unhealthy pursuits. We’ll exist at the extremes because the middle is where the healthy pass their time.”
Grace was everywhere and nowhere.
“Love is a visitor.” He laughed, but it was not unkind. “Well, then I hope it comes to stay soon.”
“People talk about one life…one chance. But I reckon a single life is made up of a dozen or more roles and responsibilities. I can count the versions of myself like friend and foe. Mistakes are the detours that remind you of the true way, Saint. To love and be loved is more than can ever be expected,
more than enough for a thousand ordinary lifetimes.”
“The bad are the few, but often they shout louder than the many. Don’t mistake silence for weakness.”
“Is there a difference between a mistake and a regret?” the girl said. “If you learn from the mistake, it’s less of a regret.”
“Do something meaningful. Or maybe just mean everything you do,” he said.
“We’re all capable of goodness.”
“Yin and yang were born out of chaos to exist in perfect harmony.”
“That there ain’t a god up there. It’s all so perfect there’s not a way he’d let us all loose down here to ruin it.”
“She said your heart only has room for so much love, because once it gets damaged it shrinks.” He thought of Misty, of the things he had done. “Is that what you worry about, that I won’t have room to love you?”
“These…the missing, they’re like a flicker of light on a map of the dark. I see one and I head toward it, but it blinks out before I arrive. And then another. And they’re just…”
“How come…how come you never painted me?” Saint said, quiet. “Because you never needed me to.”
“Why do some people fall so short?” “It depends what you measure against.”
