.. You do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.
Rebecca Wells
Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages..
feel black letters smell white pages books
Books are living things with blood and bones, and it breaks our heart when people dissect them.
reading people heart living blood bones things books
When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.
reading books
You know how some people, when they're together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?
friendship friendship-true-and-loyal
See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.
reading
relationships
God will not allow us to be overwhelmed by temptation, but with it He will provide a way of escape so that we will be able to endure it.
religion
There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other.
truth
At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.
beauty fear blessings
When the Deep Purple falls, Over sleepy garden walls, And the stars begin to flicker in the sky, Thru the mist of a memoryYou wander back to me, Breathing my name with a sigh. In the still of the night, Once again I hold you tight, Tho' you're gone, your love lives onWhen moonlight beams. And as long as my heart will beatLover, we'll always meetHere in my Deep Purple dreams.
dreams night
These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.
life home family light possessions safety
I live in an ocean of smell
nature human-nature
The very air they breathed was almost a juice.
life perception nature
The love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.
pain
She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.
sleep
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