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Between The Tides

This book delves into the lives of characters living in a picturesque coastal town, intertwining their stories with the ever-changing tides. It examines the complexities of human relationships and the enduring effects of past decisions on present lives. more

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Patti Callahan Henry

Patti Callahan Henry is an American author known for her heartwarming and touching literary works. Her books often explore themes of family, love, and human relationships, and have won the hearts of many readers. more

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“Everyone needs time for woolgathering, resting, for avoiding the sound of another human voice or just for paying attention to the counsel of one's inner thoughts and feelings. Everyone needs to remain in touch with the quiet parts of their thoughts that do not easily find their way into consciousness amid the noisy stresses of daily life.”

“It is life and death, Life like you are left With a phantom limb: To lose your wife Or your best friend - With the right leg gone - Attempting to feel, A tempting to mend - Or an arm stretched strong - Our tendencies to steal, Thence heal the way it ends; Prolonging as we reach back again, But then again, So far? See, to reject what is real, My love, has been Our greatest sin”

“The unhappiness of the bachelor, whether seeming or actual, is so easily guessed at by the world around him that he will curse his decision, at least if he has remained a bachelor because of the delight he takes in secrecy. He walks around with his coat buttoned, his hands in the upper pockets of his jacket, his arms akimbo, his hat pulled down over his eyes, a false smile that has become natural to him is supposed to shield his mouth as his glasses do his eyes, his trousers are tighter than seem proper for his thin legs. But everyone knows his condition, can detail his sufferings. A cold breeze breathes upon him from within and he gazes inward with the even sadder half of his double face. He moves incessantly, but with predictable regularity, from one apartment to another. The farther he moves away from the living, for whom he must still – and this is the worst mockery – work like a conscious slave who dare not express his consciousness, so much the smaller a space is considered sufficient for him. While it is death that must still strike down the others, though they may have spent all their lives in a sickbed – for even though they would have gone down by themselves long ago from their own weakness, they nevertheless hold fast to their loving, very healthy relatives by blood and marriage – he, this bachelor, still in the midst of life, apparently of his own free will resigns himself to an ever smaller space, and when he dies the coffin is exactly right for him.”