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"Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished. Irene Finney had taken her daughter's death and to that sorrow she'd added a long life of entitlement and disappointment, of privilege and pride. And the dagger she'd fashioned was taking a brief break from slashing her insides, and was now pointed outward."
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"I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left."

"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart."

"Another form of bargaining, which many people do, and she did too, is to replay the final painful moments over and over in her head as if by doing so she could eventually create a different outcome.It is natural to replay in your mind the details. Deep in your heart you know what is true. Your mouth speaks the words, "My cat has died, but you still don't really want to believe it. You go over and over and over it in your mind. Your heart replays the scene for you for the express purpose of teaching you to accept what has happened. While your heart tries to "rewire your mind to accept it, your mind keeps looking for a different answer. It doesn't like the truth. Like anything else, when you hear it enough, you finally accept that it is true."
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"All Armand's life Honor had lived in light. Unchallenged .Armand put out his hand, and touched the door. The last room, the last door [in the longhouse]. The last territory to explore didn't hold monstrous hate or bitterness or rancid resentments. It held love. Blinding, beautiful love."

"She put her hands together and Saul hoped she wasn't about to say-'Namaste,' said CC, bowing. 'He taught me that. Very spiritual.'She said 'spiritual' so often it had become meaningless to Saul.'He said, CC Das, you have a great spiritual gift. You must leave this place and share it with the world. You must tell people to be calm.'As she spoke Saul mouthed the words, lip-synching to the familiar tune.'CC Das, he said, you above all others know that when the chakras are in alignment all is white. And when all is white, all is right.'Saul wondered whether she was confusing an Indian mystic with a KKK member. Ironic, really, if she was."

"They spoke in semaphore, all punctuation unnecessary.'You?'Great.They'd trimmed the language to its essentials. Before long it would just be consonants. Then silence."

"After more than a thousand years,' he continued, 'an enemy finally broke through. Not because of superior firepower. Not because the Manchus were better fighters or strategists. They weren't. The Manchus breached the Great Wall and took Beijing because someone opened a gate. From the inside. As simple as that. A general, a traitor, let them in and an empire fell."

"That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad."

"I saw a lot of men die there. Most men. Do you know what killed them? Despair, said Finney. 'They believed themselves to be prisoners. I lived with those men, ate the same maggot-infested food, slept in the same beds, did the same back-breaking work. But they died and I lived. Do you know why? 'You were free. 'I was free. Milton was right the mind is its own place. I was never a prisoner. Not then, not now."

"Where there is love there is courage,where there is courage there is peace,where there is peace there is God.And when you have God, you have everything."
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