The Last Year of the War Quotes

“We do not become different people as we age; we just add layers of experience onto who we already are.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“It is this day you are living right now, this very day, that is yours to make of it what you will. So make it beautiful, if you can.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Sometimes what you want is given to you in a way that is so very different from how you had pictured getting it”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“We decide who and what we will love and who and what we will hate. We decide what we will do with the love and hate. Every day we decide. It was this that revealed who we were, not the color of our flesh or the shape of our eyes or the language we spoke.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“We belong far less to where we’ve come from than where we want to go. —FRANZ WERFEL”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“we are all on the road that leads to the edge of our mortality. Life is too brief to waste a minute of it chasing after things that don’t matter.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“In that moment I began to see that there are times when there is no best choice. There is only this choice and that choice, and both are terrible.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“And even as I'm telling her what I have done with my life, I realize that I have in fact learned what I am good at, what she told me so very long ago I needed to figure out.

I am good at loving people, I have always been good at loving people, and I don't suppose there's any skill better than that. Surely that is what God intended all along for me.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Maybe being brave is different from being unafraid. If you're not afraid, what is there to be brave about?”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“It’s funny how just having an unobstructed view of the possible future can make you think you’re capable of achieving anything.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Love, in its own way, had been creating a home for all of us as we searched for that place where we belonged. Love was home.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“That the past is nothing you can make friends or enemies of. It just is what it is. Or was. It is this day you are living right now, this very day, that is yours to make of it what you will.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Months later, in the internment camp, Mariko would tell me she believed there were two kinds of mirrors. There was the kind you looked into to see what you looked like, and then there was the kind you looked into and saw what other people thought you looked like.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Sometimes what you want is given to you in a way that is so very different from how you had pictured getting it.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“some things cannot be stirred together into the same pot because they will react in ways that can hurt someone. It is that way with fear and ignorance, I think. Those FBI agents were ignorant of my father’s true loyalties because they didn’t truly know him. They saw what little they saw and feared he was a danger. A threat. An enemy. I would learn this is what happened to Mariko’s parents, too, and to many of the other families at Crystal City. Mariko’s father and mother, who’d been in the States”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“it was a person’s choices that defined his or her identity and not the other way around.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“what we will hate. We decide what we will do with the love and hate. Every day we decide. It was this that revealed who we were, not the color of our flesh or the shape of our eyes or the language we spoke.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Sometimes it’s not about right and wrong but now and later. Right now, we are having to put up with a difficult situation that we don’t deserve, and it’s not right.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Maybe being brave is different from being unafraid. If you’re not afraid, what is there to be brave about?”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Mariko's tired eyes brighten a fraction. "Tell me," she whispers. "How did Calista get out of the tower?"

I lean in close to her, with the conclusion of the story so obvious to me now. "Well, here's the thing," I say. "Calista suddenly realized she had wings. They were there all along; she just didn't know it. And so she flew out."

Mariko grins, and when a tear slides down her cheek it looks like a thin strand of diamonds. "And where did she go?"

"Wherever she wanted," I whisper as Mariko's eyes close in sleep.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“But in the end, it was not Mommi's well-meaning advice that allowed me to discover the wonder and splendor of physical intimacy; it was my love for Hugh and his for me that guided our moments in bed; it was love that tutored me on how to be transparent and honest and open, love that gave me the confidence to be naked, in every sense of the word, and not run for cover. Love and desire coexist, but they are not the same thing. Love showed me that sex is about true oneness with another person more than it is a person's one truest pleasure.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“It's the working class that truly make things happen, even in America," he said. "And the workingman isn't valued. I fought in this war no just to stop Hitler and the Nazis, but to stop all people who want to oppress their fellow man. You may not like hearing it, but the United States isn't a true democracy where all her people are fairly represented. It's always the rich who get elected. How can they represent the poor man? The U.S. *could* be a true democracy, but it isn't.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“I saw then, perhaps never more clearly than in that moment, how my father's hands were just stronger versions of my own hands. They were the same as any man's hands his age. The same, the same, the same. The same as those of the innocent man in the death camp and the same as those of the Nazi soldier who'd raised his rifle and shot him dead. What made the three men different from one another was not their nationality or the shape of their hands or even the blood that flowed under the skin of their fingers. What made the three men different was how they chose to think.

We decide who and what we will love and who and what we will hate. We decide what we will do with the love and hate. Every day we decide. It was *this* that revealed who we were, not the color of our flesh or the shape of our eyes or the language we spoke.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“I *was* happy, and the war, which had been so adept at stealing everything I loved, could not steal this, because happiness is not something that can be taken from you. You can lose it, but no one can take it from you. Not even the thief that is war.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“War takes a toll on civilians that is different from what it bleeds from its soldiers. The deprivations of war are a slow but steady sacrifice. I'd learned of it first in Davenport, and then in Crystal City, enough so that I recognized what I was seeing in this town. I knew that to bear the continual loss of ordinary joys you had to erect a kind of barricade within yourself, like a cave in which to hide. You could then walk around on the streets of what once had been a pretty city, but was now battered, in an insulated semi-daze. This was how you dealt with it, and the more grievous the loss, the thicker the insulation around you had to be.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“*Nice* was a word that I'd not been able to say in such a long time, and it encompassed so much in that moment. It truly did. *Nice* is a throwaway word until it's not.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“Sometimes it's not about right and wrong but now and later. Right now, we are having to put up with a difficult situation that we don't deserve, and it's not right. But later, when the war is over, we'll remember that we didn't let it break us. . . .”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“. . . Wars begin and wars end. There will be peace again. We only need to hold on to who we are, deep within, so that we'll recognize ourselves on the other side when it's over.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“He was worried I might one day naively mix laundry bleach with ammonia and he wanted to make sure I understood some things cannot be stirred together into the same pot because they will react in ways that can hurt someone.

It is that way with fear and ignorance, I think.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War

“You don't have to say everything you're thinking, Elise," he said.”
― Susan Meissner, The Last Year of the War