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Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. —Anatole France, Nobel Laureate, 1921
But if you really want to know, it always seemed wrong to think an animal’s life isn’t worth as much as a human’s. Life is life.”
animals know the secret to life.”
“Animals are complete all on their own, living by voices we don’t get to hear, having a knowing far beyond our paltry ken. And giraffes, they seem to know something more.
This world of misery is in dire need of some natural wonder to learn secrets to life from.”
“Life is life no matter who or what is living it, boy—a thing to respect,” he said. “You don’t get that, then you’re just a waste of skin.”
“Home’s not the place you’re from, Woody. Home’s the place you want to be.”
The land you grow up in is a forever thing, remembered when all else is forgotten, whether it did you right or did you wrong.
It’s a strange thing how you can spend years with some folks and never know them, yet, with others, you only need a handful of days to know them far beyond years.
Time heals all wounds, they say. I’m here to tell you that time can wound you all on its own. In a long life, there is a singular moment when you know you’ve made more memories than any new ones you’ll ever make. That’s the moment your truest stories—the ones that made you the you that you became—are ever more in the front of your mind, as you begin to reach back for the you that you deemed best.
