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"Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust."
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"Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man."
Blood
"He did not arrive at this conclusion by the decent process of quiet, logical deduction, nor yet by the blinding flash of glorious intuition, but by the shoddy, untidy process halfway between the two by which one usually gets to know things."
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"If one cannot command attention by one's admirable qualities one can at least be a nuisance."
Attention
"I am one of those people who are blessed, or cursed, with a nature which has to interfere. If I see a thing that needs doing I do it."
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"The optimism of a healthy mind is indefatigable."
Optimism
"When one kicks over a tea table and smashes everything but the sugar bowl, one may as well pick that up and drop it on the bricks, don't you think?"
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"Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust."
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"And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could."
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"The death of a beloved is an amputation."
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"Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust."
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"I turned and faced the Olympians."We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes."
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"We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes."
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"To re-live these characters would be wonderful, because I know when the show ends it will be huge mourning process."
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"The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father whether heaven was crying, he couldn't bring himself to reply. Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening silence that I had not yet learned to stifle with words."
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