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A broken thing can't fix itself.

Acknowledge your fear, odd one. Fearlessness is for the insane and the arrogant. You are neither. Those who rely on you for their lives will be well served only if you fear what you should fear. You are a unique soul, a child of grace, but you can still fail yourself and others.

All of us are cowards at some time in our lives...

After a silence, because he knew me well, he said, "Not all wounds are the bleeding kind.

All death matters." "Only to the living.

All she wanted was love with respect, respect was so important to her, and I could give her that.

Ah, sir, that's just mean. She's not a Victoria's Secret model, but she's pretty in her way.

...an age-old patter that seemed like chaos but was not...

Ambition and stupidity are a dangerous combination.

And because we have been given thought, will, and imagination, albeit on a human scale, we too have this power to create.

And because it was so wonderful, I slipped back down into that dream of dogs and children and beautiful people who met my eyes and knew me in full, knew me and did not reject me.

Anyone who learns the true and hidden nature of the world will be terrified, Oddie, but there's a safe harbor past the terror.

Are you one of those people who uses words more for the sound than for the sense of them?

Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.

Although much that was precious has been taken from me in this life, I have reason to remain an optimist. After the numerous tight scrapes I've been through, by now I should have lost one leg, three fingers, one buttock, most of my teeth, an ear, my spleen, and my sense of fun. But here I am.

...and where the Ferris wheel carried its passengers high and brought them low and raised them high and brought them low again, as if it were not merely a carnival ride but also a metaphor for the basic pattern of human experience.

A part of me knew... from the moment I saw her; her death would have been one wound too many that day.

Be afraid in proportion to the threat.

Beauty that steals the heart is often imperfect, suggests grace and kindness, and inspires tenderness more than it incites lust.

As I turned to leave the tent, she said, "Don't worry. Your own mother wouldn't know you." I said, "She never has.

A sixth sense is a miraculous thing, which in itself suggests a supernatural order. The human intellect, however, for all its power and triumphs, is largely formed by this world and is therefore corruptible.

At fifty-one, why would she choose to dispose of her house, uproot herself, and come here to be a part of your work if she didn't feel that, for the first time in her life, she was profoundly known for who she is, that she was at last cherished for who she truly is?

...because wherever else the future leads, it leads ultimately to death, the end that is present in my beginning and in yours.

Be you and only you, which means be you and all the people you have loved...

...because wonder admits to the existence of mystery, and the recognition of mystery in the world allows the possibility of Truth.

Being known by everyone is not the same as being loved.

Between birth and burial, we find ourselves in a comedy of mysteries. If you don't think life is mysterious, if you believe you have it all mapped out, you aren't paying attention or you've anesthetized yourself with booze or drugs, or with a comforting ideology.

But the universe in its immensity is nevertheless of a piece, and what applies at one end of it applies at the other. No doubt misery, like happiness and hope, is found throughout the stars.

Blood has an oder faint but distinct, of conceit and modesty, of courage and cowardice, of charity and greed, of faith and doubt, in short the fragrance of what we might have been and the smell of what we are...

By doing, I learn what to do. By going, I learn where to go. One day, by dying, I'll learn how to die, and leave the world and hope to land in light.

But the line between moral behavior and narcissistic self-righteousness is thin and difficult to discern

Chronologically she is twelve, but emotionally she is older, and intellectually older still.

But with the morning almost gone, with seven bodachs in the recreation room, with living boneyards stalking the storm, with Death opening the door to a luge chute and inviting me to go for a bobsled ride, I didn't have time to put on a victim suit and tell the woeful tale of my sorrowful childhood. Neither time nor the inclination

Do not doubt the beauty of your heart.

Denial couldn't be maintained.

Darkness doesn't fall at a predictable schedule. Darkness can overwhelm you any time of the day, as you know well.

Don't you love your mother, dear?" "I guess so. A hard, sharp, thorny kind of love that might be pity more than anything else.

Even if there are moments during the day when all seems normal and when every action of your own and of those around you seems to be unremarkable, the appearance of ordinariness is an illusion, and just below the placid surface, the world is seething.

Duty is a good thing, a calling without which no civilization can survive, but it is also a weight and chain that sometimes seems sure to sink you to the airless bottom of a dark pool

Eventually he understood that he was crying for himself. He was ashamed of the man whom he had become, mourning the man whom he had expected to be when he'd been a boy.

Even the wisest and the best of us can be foolish occasionally.

Even when God is your co-pilot, it pays to pack a parachute.

Embrace the weather, child, and you'll understand the balance of the world.

Every journey has a destination, known or unknown.

Every day we make our way through a moral forest, along pathways ever branching. Often we get lost. When the array of paths before us is so perplexing that we can't make a choice, or won't, we can hope that we will be given a sign to guide us. A reliance on sighs, however, can lead to the evasion of all moral obligations, and thus earn a terrible judgment.

Everything barbarians do is nothing, no matter how loudly they insist it's something.

Every place is the same place in the end.

Evil travels the world in anonymity, its presence revealed only by the periodic consequences of its desires...

Evil never dies. It just changes faces.

Every beautiful facade seemed to conceal rot and ruin that I could almost see.