With military precision, the squirrels arranged themselves around her limbs. Differently Morphus by Yahtzee Croshaw.
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“Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.” – The Tombs of Atuan
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I love my home. But it might be a sinkhole
trying to feast
quicksand
mouth pried open; I hunger for stable ground,
somewhere else.
– Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo, one of the most beautifully written books I’ve ever read.
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To everyone, I was invisible. To her I was transparent. That’s what I would write in my journal if I was the kind of pxxxy that kept a journal.
My Summer Friend by Ophelia Rue
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“All true wealth is biological.” Aral Vorkosigan (in the Barrayar series by Lois McMaster Bujold)
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Pat Conroy, Beach Music: “It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.”
― Pat Conroy, quote from Beach Music
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Hate can be a deeply stimulating emotion. The world becomes easier to understand and much less terrifying if you divide everything and everyone into friends and enemies, we and they, good and evil. The easiest way to unite a group isn’t through love, because love is hard, It makes demands. Hate is simple. So the first thing that happens in a conflict is that we choose a side, because that’s easier than trying to hold two thoughts in our heads at the same time. The second thing that happens is that we seek out facts that confirm what we want to believe – comforting facts, ones that permit life to go on as normal. The third is that we dehumanize our enemy.
Fredrik Backman, Beartown (Beartown, #1)
Because the terrible thing about becoming an adult is being forced to realize that absolutely nobody cares about us, we have to deal with everything ourselves now, find out how the whole world works. Work and pay bills, use dental floss and get to meetings on time, stand in line and fill out forms, come to grips with cables and put furniture together, change tires on the car and charge the phone and switch the coffee machine off and not forget to sign the kids up for swimming lessons. We open our eyes in the morning and life is just waiting to tip a fresh avalanche of “Don’t Forget!”s and “Remember!”s over us. We don’t have time to think or breathe, we just wake up and start digging through the heap, because there will be another one dumped on us tomorrow. We look around occasionally, at our place of work or at parents’ meetings or out in the street, and realize with horror that everyone else seems to know exactly what they’re doing. We’re the only ones who have to pretend. Everyone else can afford stuff and has a handle on other stuff and enough energy to deal with even more stuff. And everyone else’s children can swim.
Fredrik Backman, Anxious People
Only different people change the world,” Granny used to say. “No one normal has ever changed a crapping thing”.
Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry
You will learn a lot about yourself if you stretch in the direction of goodness, of bigness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of emotional bravery. Be a warrior for love.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
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“That God is in truth the sort of bloodthirsty paranoid Who would rend to bits forty-two children for the crime of sassing one of his priests. Don’t ask me about the Front Office’s policies; I just work here.”
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With military precision, the squirrels arranged themselves around her limbs. Differently Morphus by Yahtzee Croshaw.
“Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.” – The Tombs of Atuan
I love my home. But it might be a sinkhole
trying to feast
quicksand
mouth pried open; I hunger for stable ground,
somewhere else.
– Clap When You Land by Elizabeth Acevedo, one of the most beautifully written books I’ve ever read.
To everyone, I was invisible. To her I was transparent. That’s what I would write in my journal if I was the kind of pxxxy that kept a journal.
My Summer Friend by Ophelia Rue
“All true wealth is biological.” Aral Vorkosigan (in the Barrayar series by Lois McMaster Bujold)
Pat Conroy, Beach Music: “It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.”
― Pat Conroy, quote from Beach Music
Hate can be a deeply stimulating emotion. The world becomes easier to understand and much less terrifying if you divide everything and everyone into friends and enemies, we and they, good and evil. The easiest way to unite a group isn’t through love, because love is hard, It makes demands. Hate is simple. So the first thing that happens in a conflict is that we choose a side, because that’s easier than trying to hold two thoughts in our heads at the same time. The second thing that happens is that we seek out facts that confirm what we want to believe – comforting facts, ones that permit life to go on as normal. The third is that we dehumanize our enemy.
Fredrik Backman, Beartown (Beartown, #1)
Because the terrible thing about becoming an adult is being forced to realize that absolutely nobody cares about us, we have to deal with everything ourselves now, find out how the whole world works. Work and pay bills, use dental floss and get to meetings on time, stand in line and fill out forms, come to grips with cables and put furniture together, change tires on the car and charge the phone and switch the coffee machine off and not forget to sign the kids up for swimming lessons. We open our eyes in the morning and life is just waiting to tip a fresh avalanche of “Don’t Forget!”s and “Remember!”s over us. We don’t have time to think or breathe, we just wake up and start digging through the heap, because there will be another one dumped on us tomorrow. We look around occasionally, at our place of work or at parents’ meetings or out in the street, and realize with horror that everyone else seems to know exactly what they’re doing. We’re the only ones who have to pretend. Everyone else can afford stuff and has a handle on other stuff and enough energy to deal with even more stuff. And everyone else’s children can swim.
Fredrik Backman, Anxious People
Only different people change the world,” Granny used to say. “No one normal has ever changed a crapping thing”.
Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry
You will learn a lot about yourself if you stretch in the direction of goodness, of bigness, of kindness, of forgiveness, of emotional bravery. Be a warrior for love.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
“That God is in truth the sort of bloodthirsty paranoid Who would rend to bits forty-two children for the crime of sassing one of his priests. Don’t ask me about the Front Office’s policies; I just work here.”
Stranger in a Strange Land