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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Favorite Quotes, Seed of Mischief, Willa Gibbs

"Himself without charm, he suspected the quality in others." pg 45
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"Two lost children in a world gone mad, they rocked in each other's arms, swearing their friendship."
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Of de Bartz "This winking, when he was pleased with someone or wanted to be friendly, was the only personal characteristic he carried over from one role to the next."
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"The Doctor watched his young friend escorted out of the gloomy room like a withdrawal of daylight itself." pg 74
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de Bartz "I have no patience with romantic people. Sentimentality makes me ill. I like a mind that accepts life as it is, that there's nothing very good in it and you must make the best bargain you can without whimpering." pg 74
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"She remembered the fine words and beautiful ideals that had been laid on her when she was going out of the place of death into a world of deeds good and bad."  pg 83
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"What is living about? It is the decisions you make between two rights, hard and costly decisions because always you can do one right thing, but sometimes not two." pg 96
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Dr. Voisin "if you would stop thinking of human hearts as tools to use, they might break less easily."  pg 97
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Voisin "No man who let's a fixed idea rob him of humanity and trust in his fellows deserves to succeed or ever will"
 "You have let suspicion become a malignant disease of the spirit." pg 97
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Jean de Batz "The Gascon was dumbfounded. He felt as one would if assaulted physically by a benign elderly rabbit."  pg 98
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Jeanne "...there was still a small guarded chamber that belonged to herself, in which she put all the things not connected with his welfare, and her word of honor was one of these." pg 101
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"Time ate itself away." pg 105
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"The ears of my spirit are dead, the eyes of my soul are blind." pg 106
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"Well, he thought, she's too young to know how pointless most things are."  pg 113
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Cato "It occurred to him that the affairs of men seem balanced on a very thin edge of chance." pg 136
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"Stone and wood can be built again, but not honor." pg 169
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"...that inspiration is a lonely thing, a dream shared too often becomes wingless." pg 197
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