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There is no remedy for love but to love more. —HENRY DAVID THOREAU
Other people’s judgments were meaningless unless you allowed them to mean something.
Do as you will, but harm no one. What you give will be returned to you threefold. Fall in love whenever you can.
“Anything whole can be broken,” Isabelle told her. “And anything broken can be put back together again.
“Life is trouble, brother. You’ve got to fight for what you want.”
When you are young you are looking forward and when you are old you are looking back.
Jet was young but she was already looking back.
Though she was eighteen, little more than a girl, she, too, had begun to look backward. When it came to the future she was certain she would never get what she wanted.
“I know exactly who you are,” William responded. “Just as I always knew who my father was. And I loved him, not despite it, but because of it, the way that I love you because of who you are.”
She didn’t understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it’s what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.”
“I just do the best I can to face what life brings. That’s the secret, you know. That’s the way you change your fate.”
In this short Life That only lasts an hour How much—how little—is Within our power.
What was this world without love?
We may have experience and loss, but who we are at the core, that never changes.
She had discovered that the woods circling the lake fell into the pattern of migration of scarlet tanagers. On the grayest days, the nearby bushes were bright red, as if each branch had a heart, and each heart could fly away in an instant.
And those boots, well, they gave her away. Red as heartbreak.
Love more, her aunt had said. Not less.
She had lost some of who she was when she lost her beloved.
