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"Sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me ."
Pain
"I couldn't think of anything that didn't sound trivial, so I just nodded."
Silence
"There was no sun; there was no light. I was dying. I couldn't remember what the sky looked like. But I didn't die. I was lost to a sea of cold, and then I was reborn into a world of warmth."
Survival
"This is sams phone" there was a long,heavy pause, and then: "oh." Another pause. "Youre the girl, arent you? The girl who was in my house?" I tried to think of what i might gain by denying it and drew a blank "yes" do you have a name?"do you?"he gave a short laugh that was completely without humor but not unpleasent. "I think i might like you. Im Beck."
Connection
"Scent is the strongest tie to memory."
Memory
"Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure."
Fate
"He trailed through hallways, ducking under arms no longer there, excusing himself as he pressed through conversations long since ended."
Memory
"There were many versions of Gansey, but this one had been rare since the introduction of Adam's taming presence. It was also Ronan's favorite. It was the opposite of Gansey's most public face, which was pure control enclosed in a paper-thin wrapper of academia. But this version of Gansey was Gansey the boy. This was the Gansey who bought the Camaro, the Gansey who asked Ronan to teach him to fight, the Gansey who contained every wild spark so that it wouldn't show up in other versions. Was it the shield beneath the lake that had unleashed it? Orla's orange bikini? The bashed-up remains of his rebuilt Henrietta and the fake IDs they'd returned to? Ronan didn't really care. All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning."
Identity
"I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action."
Solitude
"...she made her home in between the pages of books."
Imagination
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"Every time the long-forgotten people of the past are remembered, they are born again!"
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"I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering."
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"Definitions are the guardians of rationality, the first line of defense against the chaos of mental disintegration."
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"To forget is to render the pages of history as entirely blank, and the lessons of history as never taught."
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"I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled."
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"Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance."
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"The end of times?" said Nanny. "Look, Tiff, Esme tol' me to say, if you want to see Esmerelda Weatherwax, then just you look around. She is here. Us witches don't mourn for very long. We are satisfied with happy memories - they're there to be cherished."
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"If knew more about Alzheimer's and the Brain, your mind will be blow and most cases you will confused..."
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"People change us. It is a rare, if not an impossible occurrence, that we come out of relationships unscathed. In our dealings with people we take something with us and we leave something behind. Some people are haunted more than others, either by the sweet perfume of another or the stink of regret."
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"Hatred can't erase love memories.You need to focus on anything else."
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