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Amazing how the slightest change of pitch or tone could indelibly alter the meaning of a few simple words.
And if you really liked it and became a regular, well, then, let’s just say Tony had no family of his own, and that’s what you became. His family. And you were treated accordingly. Which, as we can all attest, is sometimes pleasant. And sometimes not so much.
blind, youthful bravado had been bested by the shockingly thin veneer of mortality.
Things like this only took place somewhere ‘out there,' in the place we don't see, to people we don't know, in a hypothetical circumstance that does not really exist.
In the woods they were free—from parents, from teachers, from rules.
One small step for boy. One giant leap for boyhood.
“Yep. It's gonna be one motherfucker of a storm.”
And Ian would always pretend to be asleep as his racing heart finally began to calm and his sense of security gradually returned.
secure in the way you can only feel when you don’t even realize that you feel secure.
She asked herself if anyone cared the slightest damn bit about at all.
Always keep an attitude of gratitude, y'know? Life is what you make of it.”
“It is in the dark that we most freely see the Light,” Della softly heralded, returning her attention to the brothers. “There's a comforting strength in the wisdom of that truth. That we will always see the Light in darkness. But never darkness in the Light.”
Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.
if God was real, if God was Love, and if he mattered at all in God's eyes, then He would reveal a reason for all of this.
The world's purest icon of love again returned only deafening silence, wrapped around Ian's own rebounding disappointment.
“Evil does not accept the inherent balance of spirit—light and dark, yin and yang—only utter and absolute domination. Extinguishing the light wherever it shines. If we let it achieve that, it's the only way it can possibly ever win.”
But she had learned long ago that when something persistently gnawed at her gut, there was always a reason why. Even if it made no sense to her at the time. She quaintly called this ambiguous nagging a 'God Nod.'
