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Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. —Emily Dickinson
It was exhausting being responsible for someone else’s happiness.
“Well, if you believe in evil, you gotta believe in good. Can’t have one without the other.”
But perhaps your heart is too hard.” She smiled a little to take the sting out of her words. “The truth is, the harder we are, the easier we shatter. It takes some softness to absorb life’s blows.”
Politics. It’s all about demonizing the other side. Pointing out the flaws of the opposite team to distract from your own.
What do you call a human when they’ve rejected their humanity and everyone else’s too?” “A monster.”
“The very best things are old,” she said. “And we let nothing grow old here.”
The thing is . . . I don’t know any man who has chosen the right who didn’t think it was worth it in the end. And I don’t know any man who has sold his soul who thought he got the better deal.”
“I’m Catholic. Just like you. I don’t go to Mass. Don’t confess. But we need the saints—like Dani. Like St. Christopher. The world needs ’em.
The plight of the unknown was the theme of this book. Unknown people, unknown pain, unknown acts of heroism, and unknown acts of horror.
