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The Pieces We Keep The Pieces We Keep by Kristina McMorris
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“The most wonderful type of love, she had learned, was the kind built with care and over time, through forgiveness and understanding, compromise and compassion, trust and acceptance. It was hidden in the minutiae of every day life; it was in the traded smiles during a radio show or the peaceful lulls on an evening stroll.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
Good had defeated evil, people proclaimed, a justification for atrocities best left forgotten. They would cling to this oversimplified truth while trading pats on the back and placing flowers on graves.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
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“The most wonderful type of love, she had learned, was the kind built with care and over time, through forgiveness and understanding, compromise and compassion, trust and acceptance. It was hidden in the minutiae of everyday life;”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Trust me, you don’t know misery until you’ve sat through two hours—seriously, two hours—of women arguing over the shape and color of confetti we should sprinkle at a fifth-grade graduation picnic.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
“Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.”
Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep