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“If the heart is closed, the most skillfully crafted words expertly honed to the finest edge have no means by which to penetrate the hardened exterior. And this is the condition of the exterior that insures the death of the interior. Therefore, I will forever enhance my skill and hone my edge so that some exterior part of the heart might be breeched so that the interior might be saved.”

“The stairs lead directly into the sitting room: sanded wooden floor, comfortable faded sofa, large flat-screen TV, books covering every available surface. Archaeology books mostly but also murder mysteries, cookery books, travel guides, doctor-nurse romances. Ruth is nothing if not eclectic in her tastes. She has a particular fondness for children’s books about ballet or horse-riding, neither of which she has ever tried. The kitchen barely has room for a fridge and a cooker but Ruth, despite the books, rarely cooks.”

“Beautiful is he who recognizes what is truly beautiful, Even if the surface is ugly. Truthful is he who says what is true, Even if the truth is ugly. Ugly is he who measures beauty by its exterior, Without first weighing the interior. And ugly is the man who judges harshly what he sees looking out, Without first judging what he sees in the mirror. Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)”

“If you're a follower of Jesus, He has given you abundance so that you can care for others, not so you can stock up on capri pants for next summer or afford a leather interior in the new SUV. As long as you don't own the responsibility of being blessed with resources so that you can give to those around you, then you can stay focused on getting more for yourself.”

“Civil order mattered. Zoe didn’t know why Farah continued to wear the headscarf, but most Middle-Eastern women wore modest clothing to anchor themselves to a moral order, in an upside-down world. Zoe wore the chador as a protective shell, to erase herself, to avoid thinking, to envelop herself in the complete custody of her adopted Muslim sisters. In their care she would come out healed, able to process the bigotry that caused the murder of her Jewish parents. Then, when she was whole again, she would reclaim her place in the world. Though others couldn’t see it, behind the nameless, shapeless, Middle-Eastern garb, she was healing. The chador cocooned and nurtured her. Dour exteriors meant blossoming interiors . . . to Zoe. Judaism centered her, but Islam shielded her. Both served their purpose . . . for now.”

“A veces, cuando estamos muy tristes, nuestros sueños caen al suelo como pedacitos de estrellas que poco a poco se apagan, nuestro corazón llora en silencio para no hacer ruido. Los ojos del corazón ven mas allá de lo que la vista nos permite... Y cuando las lagrimas caen, hiela todo el cuerpo y el corazón de tanto amar se convierte en hielo para no sufrir mas, para ya no llorar... Pero que equivocado esta, al final habrá alguien para encender la llama de tu alma, que derrita el hielo que el dolor formo en tu interior. Y si volteas al cielo, te darás cuenta que quedan millones de estrellas y cada una es un sueño por cumplir. Aunque algunas se apaguen, habrán muchas que apenas empiezan a brillar. Y también te darás cuenta que hay estrellas que brillan, pero su luz no es mas que un eco, un espejismo de lo que algún día fue su verdadera luz, pero ahora ya no existen. Tu decides en que creer, solo no abandones tus sueños porque son la única puerta hacia la eternidad.”

“A moça ficou noiva do primo — foi há tanto tempo. Casamento, depois de festa de igreja, era a maior festa, na cidade casmurra, de ferro e tédio. O noivo seguia para a casa da noiva, à frente de um cortejo. Cavalheiros e damas aos pares, de braço dado, em fila, subindo e descendo, descendo e subindo ruas ladeirentas. Meninos na retaguarda, é claro, naquele tempo criança não tinha vez. Solenidade de procissão, sem padre e cantoria. Janelas ficavam mais abertas para espiar. Só uma casa se mantinha rigorosamente alheia, como vazia. É que morava lá a antiga namorada do noivo – o gênio dos dois não combinava, tinham chegado a compromisso, logo desfeito. Murmurava-se que à passagem do cortejo em frente àquela casa, o noivo seria agravado. Não houve nada: silêncio, portas e janelas cerradas, apenas. E o cortejo seguia brilhante, levando o noivo filho de “coronel” fazendeiro, gente de muita circunstância, rumo à casa do doutor juiz, gente de igual altura. A casa era “o sobrado”, assim a chamavam por sua imponência de massa e requinte: escadaria de pedra em dois lanços, amplo frontispício abrindo em sacadas, sob a cimalha a estatueta de louça-da-china – espetáculo.”