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"For what is writing besides capturing thoughts that belong to all of us, so that we can recognize ourselves, undestand ourselves, and perhaps, each other. Every thoughtful book about love makes us better lovers, I think. It opens the gates of perception."
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"Should we try to account for all the gifts of life there would be no time for distress and uneasiness."
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"Never forget to express your gratitude for the abundance and beauty of your life."
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"Be grateful. You have enough and abundant life."
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"I'll be back with the sandwiches, she said. "But I had some leftover seven-layer dip."Yum. Percy dug in with a tortilla chip. "She's kinda famous for this, guys.Sally ruffled his hair. "There's guacamole, sour cream, refried beans, salsa-"Seven layers? I looked up in wonder. "You knew seven is my sacred number? You invented this for me?Sally wiped her hands on her apron. "Well, actually, I can't take credit-"You are too modest! I tried some of the dip. It tasted almost as good as ambrosia nachos. "You will have immortal fame for this, Sally Jackson!"
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"Gratitude opens a clenched fist and a closed heart."
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"Priceless gifts:The gift of love. The gift of parent. The gift of husbandThe gift of wifeThe gift of childrenThe gift of prayer. The gift of family. The gift of relatives. The gift of friends. The gift of in-laws. The gift of books."
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"People who get offended by your not saying 'Thank you!' - after they've paid you a compliment were merely desperate to be thanked."
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"Gratitude is the key for the door of abundance."
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"One fish in your net is better than a thousand in the ocean."
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"If you see the light of this day, thank God."
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"I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life."
Identity
"The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue."
Nature
"Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately?"
Regret
"A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They're all parts of yourself."
Order
"Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway."
Emotion
"A person didn't need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn't help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I'd take it"
Love
"My mother once wrote a poem about rivers. They were women, she wrote. Starting out small girls, tiny streams decorated with wildflowers. They were torrents, gouging paths through sheer granite, flinging themselves off cliffs, fearless and irresistible. Later, they grew fat servicable, broad slow curves carrying commerce and sewage, but in their unconscious depths catfish gorged, grew the size of barges, and in the hundred - year storms, they rose up, forgetting the promises they made, the wedding vows, and drowned everything for miles around. Finally they gave out, birth - emptied, malarial, into a fan of swamps that met the ocean."
Nature
"Don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them."
Fear
"What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?"
Life
"What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. To nail their dreams onto like a picture hanger on a blank wall. And so many girls saying, use me, dream me."
Society
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