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“I came, then, to serve my Church first of all, and the whole world, that is, every person I find along my way. I serve and I will give of myself unto death so that there will be no distance between speaking and doing, so that the people will never again say, 'there is a chasm between us and the leaders' and word spread that the Church is far from her people. I know very well that our people are good and that they want from us today to go to them, to seek them out wherever they are, to search out the lost and return them joyfully to the fold. They hunger and thirst for the Word of God.”

“I came," she said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy." Cherish it!" cried Hilarious, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by it's little tentacle, don't let the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be.”

“I campaigned for [Barack] Obama for more than a year. I was in Iowa, Minnesota, California, Arizona - just traveling around to help get the word out. It was such a huge, spirited campaign, and so positive. But you travel around to cities in the U.S. now and there's just this hopelessness that has set in. It makes it hard to understand why it seems so impossible to make any kind of progressive change with an administration that is seemingly progressive, or why we keep encountering such political roadblocks to change.”

“I can accept failure," said the wise one, knowing failure is just a stepping stone to epic success. It's like a crash course in winning, teaching you what not to do on the path to greatness. So, embrace failure like your quirky sidekick, guiding you through the plot twists of life with humor and resilience. Remember, failure isn't the end; it's the prequel to your legendary comeback story!”

“I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can't accept not trying.”

“I can actually approve of some of Donald Trump's North Korea policy, the sanctions, for example, doing things that other presidents would have done. But it's impossible to imagine any other president going before the U.N. General Assembly and referring to the dictator of North Korea as "Rocket Man," or issuing this series of blustery threats, which, frankly, are terrifying, and are raising the risk of a needless war.”

“I can admire the solemn and stately language of worship that recognizes the greatness of God, but it will not warm my heart or express my soul until it has also blended therewith the joyful nearness of that perfect love that casts out fear and ventures to speak with our Father in heaven as a child speaks with its father on earth. My brother, no veil remains.”

“I can almost see it now, in red and yellow lettering; as if the events of the past eight years have been neatly and prettily folded away, leaving no rough edges, no blanks, just the gloss of recovered time. And it smells of the Americas; the court of Montezuma; spiced, in golden goblets and mixed with wine and pomegranate juice. And it smells of cream and cardamom; of sacrificial bonfires; of temples and of palaces; of vanilla and tonka and mocha and rose. The scent is overwhelming; it rushes through me like the wind; it sweeps me off my feet like love- Will you stay, Vianne? Will you stay?”

“I can almost understand why people leap from bridges, Why they stand there, hearts heavy with fissures. In a world that screams and shouts, Yet never hears the whispers of despair that drown out. The weight of silence is a killer, A noose that tightens, makes the soul a thriller. On the edge, they see it all: The shattered dreams, the pain that stands so tall. What’s it like to feel so hollow, To search for hope in darkness, but only find sorrow? They look down at the water, reflecting a void, Each ripple a reminder of joy that’s been destroyed. In that split second, freedom feels so close, But the leap isn’t freedom, it’s an escape from the ghosts. A flight from the struggle, the hurt that won’t cease, A heart breaking open, longing for release. But oh, the stories left unsaid, The cries that echo in a mind full of dread. So many standing on that edge, feeling alone, Wishing for a bridge to carry them home.”