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“Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.”

Book:Riding Shotgun

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Riding Shotgun

In this fictional narrative, the story unfolds in a rugged, lawless frontier where the protagonist finds themselves caught in the crossfire of a dangerous era. The book delves into the struggles of living on the edge, the complexities of human relationships, and the relentless pursuit of justice in a world where it is often scarce. more

Author

Rita Mae Brown

Rita Mae Brown is an American writer born on November 28, 1944. Her works span across various genres including novels and poetry, known for her unique sense of humor and insightful commentary on social issues. more

“She knew this music--knew it down to the very core of her being--but she had never heard it before. Unfamiliar, it had still always been there inside her, waiting to be woken. It grew from the core of mystery that gives a secret its special delight, religion its awe. It demanded to be accepted by simple faith, not dissected or questioned, and at the same time, it begged to be doubted and probed.”

Giving Stills Waiting Simple Secret Heard Mystery Special Grew Delight Accepted Core Awe Unfamiliar Doubted Simple Faith

Author:Charles de Lint

“I love this world ... That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was in when I found it. At the same time I know that this can never be. The world has grown so complex that one voice can do little to alter it any longer. That doesn't stop me from doing what I can but it makes the task hard. The successes are so small, the failures so large and many. It's like trying to stem a storm with one's bare hands.”

Knows World Want Trying Littles I Can Hard States Done Hands Dies Found Voice Can Do This World Tasks Complexes Storm Stem

Author:Charles de Lint

“How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?" he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn't say anything. He continued: "Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.”

People Feels Stills Body Eye Dies Three Left Waiting Term Accepting Alive Minutes Walking Empty Safety Intention Killing More Time Say Anything

Book:A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

Source: A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

“It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.”

Thinking Firsts Whole Beautiful Our Lives Written Succeed Spring Understood Sentences Revelations Fullness

Book:ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - Complete Collection: ALL 14 Books in One Volume (Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Rainbow Valley, The Story Girl, Chronicles of Avonlea and more): Including Letters and Autobiography of Lucy Maud Montgomery

Source: ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - Complete Collection: ALL 14 Books in One Volume (Anne of Green Gables, Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island, Rainbow Valley, The Story Girl, Chronicles of Avonlea and more): Including Letters and Autobiography of Lucy Maud Montgomery

“My teeth became sour as I listened to his story. It was then that I understood why he was quiet all the time.”

Stories Quiet Understood Teeth Sour

Book:A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

Source: A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

“She was startled. "But you're human, aren't you?" In some ways yes. But in other ways I'm a stranger to your kind. I have a friend who calls you plucked angels, and he claims you're a total waste of spirit. Do you ever think like that?" Of course, in honest moments. But I can be just as honest and think that we aren't a spiritual waste but a spiritual potential waiting to grow.”