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Lost Roses (Woolsey-Ferriday, #2) Lost Roses by Martha Hall Kelly
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“We call that guilt, dear. It’s the foundation of some of our most popular religions.”
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“By doing nothing you condone it.”
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“Men may leave, but books will always remain true.”
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“I marveled at how, with some people, time apart never matters.”
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“For if we stick to just ‘our kind’ we’ll simply exist in this insular, petty world. A world that may be safe and predictable but with the life wrung out of it. Hang on to your grudges, if you must. Stoke your fear. Call in the authorities. But I will support these good people to my dying day, and if the police drag them out of here, I swear to the Almighty, they will have to take me, too.”
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“Sometimes I think husbands complicate life.”
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“Sadly, today authority, not truth, makes law,” Father said.”
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“But too much time in the past hobbles a person.”
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“And keep to your reading. Men may leave, but books will always remain true.”
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“But ‘though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.’ ” “Can you just say what you mean, Mother?” “Just remember to appreciate your own backyard.”
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“the feeling your life is about to be enlarged, profoundly changed, with no going back.”
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“When did you become so cruel, Varinka? I will never become unkind just to serve a cause.”
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“Yes, but also some disgruntled factory workers and deserted soldiers, too. Ordinary town folk. But with newfound courage. Call themselves Reds. Seems once they wear a red armband they fear nothing and simply take what they want.” “Where are the police?”
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“Damnant quod non intellegunt,” she muttered. Agnessa looked to Father. “What is she saying?” “ ‘They condemn what they do not understand,’ ” he said.”
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“Sadly, today authority, not truth, makes law,”
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“Today you can tour The Hay, now the Bellamy-Ferriday House & Garden, all ninety-six acres bequeathed to Connecticut Landmarks by Caroline. The building where Merrill Brothers Store stood is now a restaurant on the village green and the boulder Eliza allowed moved from their property still stands on the green, an honor roll stone memorial to Civil War and World War I veterans.”
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“their”
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“But ‘though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.’ ”
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“For if we stick to just ‘our kind’ we’ll simply exist in this insular, petty world. A world that may be safe and predictable but with the life wrung out of it.”
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“Mensheviks.”
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“While I breathe, I hope.”
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“Joy’s soul lies in the doing.”
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“Joy’s soul lies in the doing.’ ”
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“Perhaps that princess should have been more concerned about the people.”
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“Would they kill a sweet child?”
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“Our own twenty-sixth President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, insisted aliens must assimilate. I quote: ‘We have room for but one language here and that is the English language.”
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“Damnant quod non intellegunt,”
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“Home was an estate named Malen Koye Nebo, “Little Heaven,”
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“How smart Parisians had been to remove the great stained-glass windows of the cathedral of Notre-Dame and store them for safety, replacing them with pale yellow panes. Victory flags fluttered in the harsh wind from every streetlamp and window.”
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