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“Stay in your boats,” Dahra said. “We’re still going to need food. Throw your fish onto the dock. I’ll get Albert to send someone here to collect it. Then go back out, row up the coast a little ways, and camp out.” “Camp out?” Quinn echoed. “Yes!” “You’re serious.” “No, it’s my idea of a joke, Quinn,” Dahra snapped. “Pookie just coughed up a lung and fell over dead. You understand what I’m saying? I mean he coughed his actual lungs out of his mouth.”

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Book:Plague
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“[Robert's eulogy at his brother, Ebon C. Ingersoll's grave. Even the great orator Robert Ingersoll was choked up with tears at the memory of his beloved brother] The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet, unselfish act is now a perfumed flower. Dear Friends: I am going to do that which the dead oft promised he would do for me. The loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend, died where manhood's morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still were falling toward the west. He had not passed on life's highway the stone that marks the highest point; but, being weary for a moment, he lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life and raptured with the world, he passed to silence and pathetic dust. Yet, after all, it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship. For whether in mid sea or 'mong the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all. And every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. This brave and tender man in every storm of life was oak and rock; but in the sunshine he was vine and flower. He was the friend of all heroic souls. He climbed the heights, and left all superstitions far below, while on his forehead fell the golden dawning, of the grander day. He loved the beautiful, and was with color, form, and music touched to tears. He sided with the weak, the poor, and wronged, and lovingly gave alms. With loyal heart and with the purest hands he faithfully discharged all public trusts. He was a worshipper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. A thousand times I have heard him quote these words: 'For Justice all place a temple, and all season, summer!' He believed that happiness was the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep to-night beneath a wilderness of flowers. Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud, and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath, 'I am better now.' Let us believe, in spite of doubts and dogmas, of fears and tears, that these dear words are true of all the countless dead. And now, to you, who have been chosen, from among the many men he loved, to do the last sad office for the dead, we give his sacred dust. Speech cannot contain our love. There was, there is, no gentler, stronger, manlier man.”

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Book:Some Mistakes of Moses
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“I should have asked, I guess,” he says. “I shouldn’t have assumed.” “What?” He rotates around on his butt to face me. Me on the sofa, him on the floor, looking up. “That I was going with you.” “What? We weren’t even talking about that! And why would you want to go with me, Evan? Since you think he’s dead?” “I just don’t want you to be dead, Cassie.”

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Book:The 5th Wave
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“Mungu alikuumba miaka mingi kabla hujazaliwa. Ndani ya roho yako kulikuwa na mpango mkuu wa Mungu juu ya maisha yako katika kipindi chote utakachokuwa hai, na katika kipindi chote utakachokuwa mfu. Lakini Shetani katika mji wa angani unaosemekana kuzuia majibu ya maombi ya Danieli ya siku ishirini na moja, kutoka mbinguni kuja duniani, uitwao Sadiki, wenye mashetani wenye nguvu kuliko mashetani wote katika ufalme wa giza, akaizuia roho hiyo kisha akaiwekea mpango mkuu wa Shetani juu ya maisha yako ili umtumikie yeye badala ya kumtumikia Mwenyezi Mungu. Kwa mfano, Mungu alipanga uzaliwe mkoani Arusha. Halafu akapanga mke au mume wako azaliwe mkoani Mwanza. Mkoani Arusha Mungu alipanga uwe mwinjilisti wa vitabu, wakati mkoani Mwanza alipanga mke au mume wako awe mwimbaji wa nyimbo za injili. Katika mikoa yote miwili Mungu alishatuma malaika wema wa kuwasaidia katika mipango mikuu ya maisha yenu na kuwaepusha na hila zote za adui. Lakini badala ya kuzaliwa Arusha au Mwanza Shetani ataziprogramu roho zenu upya ili wa Arusha azaliwe Dodoma au Mara au Venezuela na wa Mwanza azaliwe Lindi au Kagera au Mombasa, ambapo hakutakuwa na malaika wema wa kuwasaidia. Badala ya kuwa mwinjilisti wa vitabu, Shetani atakufanya uwe jambazi; na badala ya kuwa mwimbaji wa nyimbo za injili, Shetani atakufanya uwe mwanamuziki. Ndiyo maana wakati mwingine ni vizuri kuhama sehemu unapoishi na kwenda kuishi sehemu nyingine, ambapo kwa kusaidiana na malaika wako wa mwanzo ambaye Mungu alikupangia kabla hujazaliwa, utafanikiwa katika maisha yako, kama alivyofanya Ibrahimu. Watu wengi wanaishi maisha ambayo si ya kwao. Kukomboa kile ambacho Mungu alikipanga ndani ya roho yako kabla hujazaliwa, na kabla roho yako haijazuiwa na mashetani wa angani, kuwa karibu na Mwenyezi Mungu. Kwa Mungu hakuna siri, atakufunulia tu.”

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Author:Enock Maregesi
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“I turned. It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw. Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him. He looked like he was sleeping. But as I breathed in- It wasn't there. The thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat. The mating bond. It wasn't there. It was gone. Because his own chest... it was not moving. And Rhys was dead.”

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Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin
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“It wasn't until I was again staring down at my own broken body that I realised whose eyes I'd been seeing through. But Rhysand didn't come any closer to my corpse, not as rushing paws- then a flash of light, then footsteps- filled the air. The beast was already gone. Amarantha's blood had vanished from his face, his tunic, as Tamlin slammed to his knees. He scooped up my limp, broken body, cradling me to his chest. He hadn't removed his mask, but I saw the tears that fell onto my filthy tunic, and I heard the shuddering sobs that broke from him as he rocked me, stroking my hair. 'No,' someone breathed- Lucien, his sword dangling from his hand. Indeed, there were many High Fae and faeries who watched with damp eyes as Tamlin held me. I wanted to get to Tamlin. I wanted to touch him, to beg for his forgiveness for what I'd done, for the other bodies on the floor, but I was so far away.”

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Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses
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“There are no happy endings, he knew, because nothing ends; and if there were any being dispensed, a great many worthier people would be in line for them long before Michael and Laura and himself. But the happiness of the unworthy and the happiness of the so-so is as fragile and self-centered and dear as the happiness of the righteous and the worthy; and the happiness of the living is no less short and desperate and forgotten than the joys of the dead.”

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Book:A Fine and Private Place
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“One of the most deadly causes of destruction of divine destinies is when a leader is failing, but he or she does not know it. Ignorance about your role is a death plot against people's successes.”

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Author:Israelmore Ayivor
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