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We begin to resemble what we focus on. If we devote our lives to our jobs, then we mentally take the office to our daughter’s lacrosse game. ↗

— Paul Miller

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Surely God loves to get out of church buildings and go visit people where they hunger for reality. ↗

— Dylan Morrison

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I was always amused by the prayers of the saintly. “God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

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Isn’t it amazing how much good people can do for each other when you give them the opportunity to help? ↗

— Dorothea Benton Frank

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There’s a coward and a fool, and both of them are you, My heart is cracked and broken, but yours is frozen through. ↗

— Jay Bell

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The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen. ↗

— Jennifer Egan

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For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

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I noticed the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads. Blossoms with three white petals. I knelt down in the water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,” I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll never starve. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

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I don’t know what boldness came over me, but the resolute heaviness of Dash’s demeanor threatened to crush my soul. My pinky finger crept over and nestled against his, for comfort. Like a magnet, his pinky finger latched onto and intertwined with mine. I like magnets a whole lot. ↗

— Rachel Cohn

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Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous. ↗

— Frank Herbert

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