Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own?
Donna Woolfolk Cross
She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.
existence hope
Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.
life wisdom
Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.
man happy woman sex
hate hatred
She had discovered that her love of knowing was not unnatural or sinful but the direct consequence of a God-given ability to reason.
knowledge
It was a child's awareness, never spoken or even fully acknowledged, but deeply felt.
awareness child
But she had known, better than anyone else, what demons he had faced, had known how hard he had fought to free himself from them. That he had lost the fight in the end made the struggle no less honorable.
honor fight struggle demons
Thunder sounded, very near, and the child woke.
first-sentence
Shattered by the cumulative effect of so much horror and death, Joan was again afflicted by a crisis of faith. How could a good and benevolent God let such a thing happen? How could He so terribly afflict even children and babies, who were not guilty of any sin?
thought-provoking
There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.
way want always
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