Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to his, and he went on: "I want you to understand this as though I were one of your own people." He drew in a deep breath. "Thank you. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for my life.
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I'm just a little cold," said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders.
Paul wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right," he said. "I've got you."
"Yes," said Knife, smiling up at him. "You have.
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I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.
R.J. AndersonI might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.
R.J. AndersonTag: strength emotion relatable
But there were worse things than disappointment, and I'd lived through several of them already.
R.J. AndersonTag: courage disappointment relatable
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory. And I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. Even the hurts that seemed most senseless, the mistakes I would have done anything to erase--nothing could make those things good, but good could still come out of them all the same, and in the end the oratorio would be no less beautiful for it.
R.J. AndersonTag: life inspirational music space beautiful cosmos
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.
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Everybody has a story, Alison," he said. "Everybody has things they need to hide--sometimes even from themselves.
R.J. AndersonDark chocolate, poured over velvet: that was how his voice tasted. I wanted him to follow me around and narrate the rest of my life.
R.J. AndersonWhat would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything?
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