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The Portrait of a Lady

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“This Higher Power was the least offensive and most inclusive belief system I could find. I liked the fact that people found it agreeable because that meant they would also likely find me agreeable. My world was still about me, everything still revolved around me, what I thought about myself, and what I could get others to think about me. I was always changing in order to fit in, and after a while, I realized that my Higher Power was doing the same thing.”

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Book:Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
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“—Creus en l'amor? —va dir. De vegades crec que l'amor s'acaba però que l'esperança germina eternament. De vegades crec que l'esperança s'acaba però que l'amor germina eternament. De vegades crec que sexe més culpa és igual a bon sexe. De vegades crec que l'amor és tan natural com les marees, i de vegades crec que l'amor és un acte de voluntat. De vegades crec que algunes persones estan més fetes per a l'amor que d'altres, i de vegades crec que tothom ho fa veure. De vegades crec que l'amor és essencial, i de vegades crec que l'única raó per la qual és essencial és que, si no fos així, et passaries tota la vida buscant-lo. —Sí —vaig dir—, sí que hi crec.”

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“But at that moment the most incredible part of an incredible day happened. My mind, human, dolphin, both minds, opened up like a flower opening to the sun. And a silent, but somehow huge, voice filled my head, it spoke no words. It simply filled every corner of my mind with a simple emotion. Gratitude. The whale was telling me that it was grateful. We had saved it. Now it would save our schoolmate. I told Rachel and Jake. ... The humpback rose beneath a sputtering Marco. The broad leathery back lifted him up. And when I looked again, I saw Marco, sitting nervously on what could have been a small island, high and dry above the choppy waves. ... The whale called me to him. Listen, little one, he commanded, in a silent voice that seemed to fill the universe. I listened. I listened to his wordless voice in my head. I felt like it went on forever. Tobias said later it was only ten minutes. But during that ten minutes, I was lost to the world. I was being shown a small part of the whale's thoughts. he had lived eighty migrations. He had many mates, many mothers, who had died in their turn. His children traveled the oceans of the word. He had survived many battles, traveled to the far southern ice and the far northern ice. He remembered the days when men hunted his kind from ships that belched smoke. He remembered the songs of the many fathers who had gone before. As others would remember his song. But in all he had seen and all he had known, he had never seen one of the little ones become a human. Marco, I realized. He means Marco. And little ones? Is that what the whales call dolphins? We are not truly... little ones. No. You are something new in the sea. But not the only new thing. I wasn't sure what he was telling me. He spoke only in feelings, in a sort of poetry of emotion, without words. Part of it was in song. Part of it I could only sense the same way I could sense echolocation. Something new? -Animorphs #4, The Visitor page 41”

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Author:K. A. Applegate
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