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“True beauty, the kind that doesn't fade or wash off, takes time. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that creates the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that breaks up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something better emerges, something that would have otherwise never existed. And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can't see. We believe there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent, our bodies can't contain it.”

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Book:Making Faces
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“Fear is strange. It settles on chests and seeps through skin, through layers of tissue, muscle, and bone and collects in a soul-sized black hole, sucking the joy out of life, the pleasure, the beauty. But not the hope. Somehow, the hope is the only thing resistant to the fear, and it is that hope that makes the next breath possible, the next step, the next tiny act of rebellion, even if that rebellion is simply staying alive.”

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Book:From Sand and Ash
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“She had almost felt relieved when she was arrested. The thing she had dreaded, feared, run from had happened. When it came, she was strangely liberated from the fear. She couldn't dread what had already come to pass. She didn't have to anticipate the horror when the horror was right there. With her arrest came a certain calm, a quiet comfort. It had come. She had known it would and she could stop fighting.”

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Book:From Sand and Ash
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“Since Iraq, it's been... hard... for me to believe that there is anything after this life. Or, for that matter, any purpose to this one. We're born, we suffer, we see people we love suffer, we die. It just all seemed so... so pointless. So cruel. Ans so final." Ambrose paused, letting the memory of Paulie's voice warm him and urge him forward. "But after tonight, I can't say that anymore. There's a lot I don't understand... but not understanding is better than not believing." Ambrose stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked at Joshua Taylor for affirmation. "Does that make any sense at all?" Joshua Taylor reached for the arm of the nearest chair and sat abruptly, like his legs could no longer bear his weight. "Yes. Yes. It makes perfect sense," he said quietly, nodding his head. "Perfect sense”

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Book:Making Faces
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“When you kissed me, Clyde? I felt more in that one pissed-off kiss than I felt in those three or four attempts at making love. And I realized it wasn't a lie, after all. That was the best kiss I've ever had. By far. So tell me what I have to do to earn another one, because embarrassingly enough, I always seem to be the girl begging for affection and even with a broken give-a-damn, I don't know how much more humiliation I can take.”

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Book:Infinity + One
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“I pulled you from the water And kept you in my bed. A lost, forsaken daughter Of a past that isn’t dead. Somehow love from sweet obsession Branched and broke a heart of stone. Distrust became confession, Solemn vows of blood and bone. But in the wind, I hear the strain, Pilgrim soul that time has found. It moans to whisk you back again. Bid me follow, sweetly drown. Don’t go near the water, love. Stay away from strand or sea. You cannot walk on water, love. The lough will take you far from me.”

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Book:What the Wind Knows
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“We were specks, bits of glass and dust. We were as numerous as the sands that lined the strand, one unrecognizable from the other. We were born; we lived; we died. And the cycle continued endlessly on. So many lives lived. And when we died, we simply vanished. A few generations would go by. And no one would know we even were. No one would remember the color of our eyes or the passion that raged inside us. Eventually, we all became stones in the grass, moss-covered monuments, and sometimes . . . not even that.”

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Book:What the Wind Knows
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“Thinking takes time. Feeling . . . not so much. Feeling is instant. It's reaction. But thinking? Thinking is hard work. Feeling doesn't take any work at all. I'm not saying it's wrong. Not saying it's right either. It just is. How I feel . . . I can't trust that, not right away, because how I feel today may not be how I feel tomorrow. Most people don't want to think through things. It's a whole lot easier not to. But time in the saddle gives a man lots of time to think.”

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Book:Where the Lost Wander
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“So what about you, Fern? Wonder Woman?” Ambrose teased. “Fern decided super heroes weren't for her,” Bailey said from the back. “She decided she would just be a fairy because she liked the option of flying without the responsibility of saving the world. She made a pair of wings from cardboard, covered them in glitter, and rigged up some duct tape straps so she could wear the wings around on her back like a back pack.”

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Book:Making Faces
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“What we believe affects our choices, our actions, and subsequently, our lives. The Greeks believed in thier gods, and this belief affected everything else. History is written according to what men believe, whether or not it's true. As the writer of your own history, what you believe influences the paths you take. Do you believe in something that may be a myth? I'm not talking about religious beliefs, per se. I'm talking about things you've told yourself, or things you've been told for so long that you just assume that they are true.”

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Book:A Different Blue
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