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"Josey? She heard her mother's voice in the hall, then the thud of her cane as she came closer. 'Please don't tell her I'm here, the woman in the closet said, with a strange sort of desperation. Despite the cold outside, she was wearing a cropped white shirt and tight dark blue jeans that sat low, revealing a tattoo of a broken heart on her hip. Her hair was bleached white - blond with about an inch of silver - sprinkled dark roots showing. Her mascara had run and there were black streaks on her cheeks. She looked drip - dried, like she'd been walking in the rain, though there hadn't."
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"You cannot avoid what you fear because what you fear is inside of you."
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"May it not be that he loves chaos and destruction (there can be no disputing that he does sometimes love it) because he is instinctively afraid of attaining his object and completing the edifice he is constructing? Who knows, perhaps he only loves that edifice from a distance, and is by no means in love with it at close quarters; perhaps he only loves building it and does not want to live in it, but will leave it, when completed..."
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"I never feel unsafe except for when the majority is on my side."
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"A coward talks to everyone but YOU."
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"Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate."
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"The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but, it is fear."
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"Jason decided there was nothing in the world scarier than a gang of bat-wielding grannies."
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"The strongest intimidation, by the way, is the invention of a hereafter with a hell everlasting."
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"Until the coming of another day of fear, they walked in silence with bowed heads."
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"When I decided to stay in Iraq, I decided to take the fear out of my body and put it into a freezer."
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"It was hard not to feel sorry for a life that had no purpose of its own... His only purpose, it seemed, was to come into her mother's life in order to send her home. For that, Bay decided, she would be grateful.For the rest, though, she wondered if she would ever be able to forgive him. She hoped she wouldn't remember him long enough to find out."
Acceptance
"She knew him in that way you can only know a person as a child. Like if you cracked away the adult shell, you'd find that child, happily sitting inside, smiling at you."
Nature
"He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one."
Attraction
"Mary had become anxious in her old age, and she hated being away from the house for long. She'd hold the girls' hands tightly and calm herself by telling them what she would make for first frost that year - pork tenderloins with nasturtiums, dill potatoes, pumpkin bread, chicory coffee. And the cupcakes, of course, with all different frostings, because what was first frost without frosting? Claire had loved it all, but Sydney had only listened when their grandmother talked of frosting. Caramel, rosewater - pistachio, chocolate almond."
Nostalgia
"Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you."
Adolescence
"Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see."
Motherhood
"Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss."
Memory
"It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon."
Nostalgia
"There was a sense of tightness in the room now, filling the space. Attraction was like that. It filled. It poured into you like batter into a pan, sticking to the sides."
Love
"Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy - five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen."
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