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“Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be.”

Quote by Frederica Mathewes-Green

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Frederica Mathewes-Green

Frederica Mathewes-Green is an American author born in 1952. Her works span across various fields including religion, philosophy, and literature, known for her profound insights and unique writing style. more

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“In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I'm remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters”

Ifs Should Mind Matter Done Remember Truth Is Awful Remembered Telling The Truth What Matters Obituary Million Little Pieces Be Remembered By

Book:A Million Little Pieces

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“Addicts, as a group, generally score far above average o intelligence tests. Why? You tell me. I guess maybe we're smart enough to have figured out how shitty things are and we decide addiction is the only way to deal with it.”

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Book:A Million Little Pieces

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“No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.”

World Needs Trying Littles Persons Hard Felt Middle Loneliness Strange Shame Finals Tales Make Sense Logical Drifting Trying So Hard

Book:Let The Great World Spin

Source: Let The Great World Spin

“You don't want me to feel obligated? Well, I'm sorry, Lily. I am here because I feel obligated." He brought her hand to his chest, pressing her palm flat against his rapidly thumping pulse. "I'm obligated by my heart. It's decided you're essential to my existence, you see. And it's threatening to go out on labor strike if I don't make you mine this very day. So yes. I am here on bended knee, acting from a deep, undeniable sense of obligation. I am, quite simply, yours." He swallowed hard. "If you'll have me.”

Ifs Want Feels Wells Heart Hard Hands Acting Existence Mines My Heart Essentials Labor Decided Sorry Strikes Obligation Knees Flats Chests Want Me I'm Sorry Threatening Palms Pulse Lilies

Author:Tessa Dare

“Why what a fool was I to this drunken monster for a God. - Caliban”

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“Saddam's goal is to achieve the lifting of U.N. sanctions while retaining and enhancing Iraq's weapons of mass destruction programs. We cannot, we must not and we will not let him succeed.”

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“You see, a conflict always begins with an issue - a difference of opinion, an argument. But by the time it turns into a war, the issue doesn't matter anymore, because now it's about one thing and one thing only: how much each side hates the other.”

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Book:Unwind

Source: Unwind

“Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.”

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“He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.”

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Book:Peony in Love

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“My love for him had never gone away but only changed, growing deeper like wine fermenting or pickles curing. It bore into me with the pervasiveness of water working its way to the center of a mountain.”

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Book:Peony in Love

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