All that sunny afternoon, traveling north and east, Caroline believed absolutely in the future. And why not? For if the worst had already happened to them in the eyes of the world, then surely, surely, it was the worst that they left behind them now.
Kim Edwards
She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.
age death memory bones
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
freedom
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.
lies lying
You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.
disaster life
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
silence secrets
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
life change
Some dreams matter, illuminate a crucial choice or reveal some intuition that's trying to push its way to the surface. Other, though, are detritus, the residue of the day reassembling itself in some disjointed and chaotic way.. Frantic dreams, they left me tired, and I woke grouchy to another rainy day, the sky so densely gray and the rain so thick that I couldn't that I couldn't see the opposite shore [p, 166]
dreams
.. The Iroquois take dreams very seriously. They see them as the secret wishes of the soul--the heart's desire, so to speak. Not all dreams, maybe, but the important ones. [p.254]
future past
In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.
heartbreak disillusionment
No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
heart mysteries
She imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was within her all the time, and its only renewal came from giving it away.
loneliness
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?
power secrets
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
sadness
Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.
secrets photography
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