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We turn memories into stories, and if we don’t, we lose them.
And all the opinion in the world doesn’t change the past.”
yup
freedom was the ability to go wherever your heart called,
Don’t revel in tragedy, Annie. Rejoice in love. And once you find it, don’t let it go.
memory is a funny thing. It plays tricks on us.”
we keep the people we love in our hearts. We never lose them as long as we can remember how it felt to be loved by them.”
Every day it’s another terrible story, another unforgiveable event. The whole country is under immense strain, yet there is an odd hopefulness mixed with the fear.
I had no desire to cross the waters if he wasn’t waiting for me on the other side.
It can be very peaceful being surrounded by people you care about and who care about you. That is really what church is for. It’s a chance to just sit still and think about all the wonderful things God has made and count all the blessings we have.”
“None of us are the same, Anne. Some days I hardly recognize myself in the mirror. It’s not my face that has changed; it’s the way I see the world. I’ve seen things that have permanently altered me. I’ve done things that have distorted my vision. I’ve crossed lines and tried to find them again, only to discover that all my lines have disappeared. And without lines, everything blurs together.”
When one dreams terrible dreams, part of the unconscious mind reassures that wakefulness will summon reality and banish the nightmare.
“I had a teacher who told me fiction is the future. Nonfiction is the past. One can be shaped and created. One cannot,” she said.
What you tell him he can’t have, he’ll set his heart on.
Writing is about emotion. There is no magic without it.”
“Yes. Thankfully. They still read books.” I laughed. “‘There is no frigate like a book to take us lands away,’” I quoted. “Emily Dickinson,” he supplied.
“And what will you do with that love?”
A man won’t suffer or sacrifice for something he doesn’t love. In the end, I suppose it all amounts to what we love the most.
