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Below me, on the west side of the Dune, it’s still dark except for the town lights, but on the east side the sand is all lit up. Mrs. Bontemps would probably say it’s like a symbol in a book—which she is always on the lookout for.
They are stories meant to convey something about the world and about your place in it. In an
“The strangeness of these myths is how often they subtly enact themselves in our lives. But we notice them only when we’re watching closely—as I hope you will be,
The strangeness of these myths is how often they subtly enact themselves in our lives. But we notice them only when we’re watching closely.
I still hear it, that low hum. It plays just beneath awareness—but it is always playing. It is the soundtrack of my life.
“Courage is shown in what we do, not in what we’re feeling. I think you showed real courage.”
And maybe what you start to learn is that even when you miss someone who is gone—I mean, really really miss them—that doesn’t mean that everyone is gone. And it doesn’t mean that the ones you miss have been replaced. But it does mean that you’re not alone. And that’s something, right? 228
“So I’m not telling you not to be angry, Beal. That would be telling you not to be a human being. I’m telling you not to act when you’re angry. There’s a difference.”
I don’t know what happiness beyond belief would feel like. I can imagine, I guess, but I’m not sure what it would feel like. What I am sure of is this: Who would not want to give
someone else happiness beyond belief? 193
Maybe art tells the truth best when it admits our mortality.
“Sarcasm is the refuge of the barbarian,” I said.
Maybe, the stuff we hold up, we don’t have to hold up by ourselves all the time. Maybe sometimes we can let someone else hold it up too. Maybe that’s how we can get by. Maybe that’s how we can do a whole lot better than just get by.
We are here to help you carry the sky when you have to, and we are here to help you put it down when you need to. Why else would anyone ever become a teacher?
It was all the same—because hell is boring too.
It was all the same—except that the waiting room felt different.
Or maybe it was because even if Hercules the Myth had to go down into hell alone, I didn’t.
“You’ve been through this before,” I said to Pirate Cat. “It’s just another storm,” I said to Mindy. Neither of them believed me.
But like I said, storms are strange. Because when we got to the Dune, most of it was gone. Blown away. Leveled.
I think I’m getting used to it.
coffee as a metaphors for growing up is cute
But hell is like a storm, you know. You can’t predict everything it’s going to do.
And I knew something true for sure for the very first time: It wouldn’t have made any difference if I’d been in the car with my parents,
