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"Man craves joy far more than anything else in life, but there is nothing as madly intoxicating as the feeling of joy that comes from the soul."
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"Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music."
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"You're the funniest thing she knows. That's why she always draws you in color."
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"Good heavens of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed ... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons."
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"Beppu (n.)The triumphant slamming shut of a book after reading the final page."
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"The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding."
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"It is a happy talent to know how to play."
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"Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow."
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"She couldn't take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her-as the damned flame got way too close-she started singing. "Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn't have a sense of humor. "Happy birthday, dear Gabi-she lifted her head and blew out the candle-"happy birthday to me."
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"Another part of the Puritan legacy is the belief that no one should have joy or abundance until everyone does, a belief that austere at one end, in the deprivation it endorses, and fantastical in the other, since it awaits a universal utopia. Joy sneaks in anyway, abundance cascades forth uninvited...Joy doesn't betray but sustains activism. And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated, and isolated, joy is a fine initial act of insurrection."
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"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."
Memory
"The fault lies with us, and only us. It's not fate, not genetics, not bad luck, and it's definitely not Mom and Dad. Ultimately it's us and our choices...but the most powerful spectacular thing is that the solution rests with us as well."
Growth
"She knew that kindness kills. All her life she'd suspected this and so she'd only ever been cold and cruel. She'd faced kindness with cutting remarks. She'd curled her lips at smiling faces. She'd twisted every thoughtful, considerate act into an assault. Everyone who was nice to her, who was compassionate and loving, she rebuffed.Because she'd loved them. Loved them with all her heart, and wouldn't see them hurt. Because she'd known all her life that the surest way to hurt someone, to maim and cripple them, was to be kind. If people were exposed, they die. Best to teach them to be armored, even if it meant she herself was forever alone. Sealed off from human touch."
Kindness
"Why did he kill his own mother?' Ruth asked.'The oldest story in the book,' said Gamache.'Ben was a male prostitute?' Gabri exclaimed.'That's the oldest profession. Where do you keep your head?' asked Ruth. 'Never mind, don't answer that."
Humor
"In the library surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed."
Knowledge
"Her voice was flat, in a way Myrna recognized from years of listening to people trying to rein in their emotions. To squash them down, flatten, them, and with them their words and their voices. Desperately trying to make the horrific sound mundane."
Healing
"While men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal."
History
"A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything."
Crime
"Struck. Once. And into that blow he put his childhood, his grief, his loss. He put his mother's sorrow and his sister's longing. The menorah, weighed down with that, crushed the Hermit's skull."
Revenge
"He'd shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he'd come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced shove the pompom of the toque crowned the cuff followed by his mitts, like a tiny birth."
Life
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