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"I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. 'Is this okay?' I whisper. 'Are you okay?'His reply is anguished. Honest. 'I love you."
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"What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size."
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"Never a lip is curved with pain that can't be kissed into smiles again."
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"Therefore coercion of the non-invasive, when justifiable at all, is to be justified on the ground that it secures, not a minimum of ' invasion, but a minimum of pain."
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"Remorse is the pain of sin."
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"And yet I think of Christopher Reeve who said he would pay two million dollars to be able to feel pain again. What a courageous man! So I have to think that pain is a blessing."
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"No one can hurt you without teaching a life's lesson. So accept it with love and kindness."
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"I must never equate the degree of pain as evidencing the incorrectness of a decision, for if I do I will default on some of the most critical decisions I should have ever made."
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"Crossing the Rubicon of absolute pain is the only journey of purpose and meaning in life."
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"We are all made complete by our pain."
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"Ah, what broken creatures we are, and how we endure."
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"And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?"
Shame
"Well, bloody noses.' I hug his coat tighter. 'Those are definitely hot."
Trust
"But that's not quite right either.I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us."
Love
"That's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time."
Mind
"It's so Hogwarts."
Fantasy
"Confidence, darling.' He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. 'You could learn something from me, you know."
Freedom
"Finally, I laugh. Genuine and normal sounding. And then my date says the best thing that he couldpossibly say: 'It's okay. I haven't been on one of these [dates] in a while either.My smile triples in size.Josh grins. 'Just give me your hand.'W"what?'Your hand, he repeats. 'Give it to me.I extend my shaking right hand. And " in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true " JoshuaWasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into myveins. Straight into my heart.'There, he says. 'I've been waiting a long time to do that."
Romance
"I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do."
Love
"I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.' I blink at him. 'Neruda. I starred the passage. God,' he moans. 'Why didn't you open it?"
Poetry
"Some of us wear our hearts. Some of us carry them."
Leadership
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