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 McMorrisMots clés 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 McMorrisMots clés 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 McMorrisMots clés 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 McMorrisMots clés love
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.
Kristina McMorrisMots clés 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 McMorrisMots clés 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 McMorrisMots clés 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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