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Life and light, she thought, were stubborn things. They must, and they would, bloom and shine against the dark. They would not be snuffed out like a candle, but flame on and on and on.
the pieces death takes from you find a way to live without them. You honor their death by living and doing and standing.
All the pieces death took from you, the light of the lost fills them.
What’s needed is needed,
And I think with time, the joy eases most of the hurt.
“I’ll just wait until some of those big-ass dragons move on.” “Fraidy-cat.” “Meow.”
What you forget to remember, you too often repeat, I think.
“In every world, I think, all who can must learn and remember and stand against those who never do.”
Love costs nothing. I wonder at those who can’t feel it, or won’t give or take it.
“You know, if somebody’s going to suck out loud, Breen, it don’t matter a damn where they start out. It’s where they end up.”
“It’s important to make family as well. To find the one you love and want and see yourself with through the years to come. And there your own becomes a part of that whole, and that history.”
Dawn, she realized, always lifted her mood. It bloomed, every day, with promise and possibility.
“This life is yours. Beyond the power in you and the duty with it, it’s a walk along the river, a gossip at the well, a ride on a good horse. It’s a life well lived. Whatever comes, it’s all of that.”
Nothing is written that can’t be changed to read another way.
You know a good mad can be healthy, baby. But getting to the point you can toss the mad out? It’ll keep the insides cleaner.
“Having someone believe in you, that’s everything.”
“Evil’s ugly, whatever form it takes.”
