It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: love war death mourning tragedy grief
Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: inspirational philosophy war tragedy world-war-ii prayers philosophy-religion
When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.
Kristina McMorrisBut there was something else. A feeling of understanding, a comfort that defied reason. It was as though kissing her, a near stranger, would have made all the sense in the world.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: love
Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.
Kristina McMorrisLife is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: love
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: inspirational god war faith world-war-ii philosophy-religion japanese-fiction
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: war loss mourning tragedy world-war-ii drama grief
The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.
Kristina McMorrisStichwörter: wisdom philosophy peace war world-war-ii japanese-fiction
War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.
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