203 Quotes by Lisa Wingate
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Living, really living, wasn’t about clinging to control but about giving it away.
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I’m hungry for water and sky and days that aren’t divided by the tiny squares in an appointment book.
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A man who doesn’t stand for what is right dies his own death well before it happens.
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It’s a lesson I’m trying to learn from him, this living squarely in the present. I am a planner and a worrier. I torment myself by mentally replaying my past mistakes, wishing I’d been smarter, wishing I’d been stronger, wishing I’d made different choices. I live too often in the realm of what if. I also expend time and mental energy continually trying to anticipate what sort of crouching tiger might be hiding around the next corner.
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Don’t waste your time crying over what you’re not given. When you have tears in your eyes, you can’t see all the beautiful things around you.
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A good heart can’t ever let the bad get in, Mama’s voice whispers in my head. You got a good heart, Hannie. Don’t let the bad get in you. Don’t open the door to it, no matter how much it comes knockin’ or how sweet it sounds askin’.
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Loren Eiseley, who was the subject of one of my favorite term papers, wrote, If there is magic in this world, it is contained in water, but I have always known that if there is magic in this world, it is contained in books. I need magic.
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Sometimes a world that doesn’t exist is the only escape from the one that does.
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I have written all of them’ She shows me her work, while I look down in wonder. ‘These pages, by the beginning letter of the surname.’ She turns to a page with R, which is a letter I know, there at the top, she reads off, ‘Amalee August Rain.’ I sit down beside her and she gives it over to me, an I turn through all the pages. ‘I’ll be,’ I whisper. ‘A book of lost friends.
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