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Alice Sebold

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You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
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Topic: Inspirational
You don't notice the dead leaving when they really choose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down. I would compare it to a woman in the back of a lecture hall or theater whom no one notices until she slips out.Then only those near the door themselves, like Grandma Lynn, notice; to the rest it is like an unexplained breeze in a closed room.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death, Inspirational, Life
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn’t something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
From Lucky
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Topic: Death
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
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Topic: Inspirational
You don't notice the dead leaving when they really choose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down. I would compare it to a woman in the back of a lecture hall or theater whom no one notices until she slips out.Then only those near the door themselves, like Grandma Lynn, notice; to the rest it is like an unexplained breeze in a closed room.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death, Inspirational, Life
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn’t something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
From Lucky
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Topic: Death
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
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Topic: Inspirational
You don't notice the dead leaving when they really choose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them as a whisper or the wave of a whisper undulating down. I would compare it to a woman in the back of a lecture hall or theater whom no one notices until she slips out.Then only those near the door themselves, like Grandma Lynn, notice; to the rest it is like an unexplained breeze in a closed room.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death, Inspirational, Life
He would find his Susie,inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn’t something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Life
And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Death
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
From The Lovely Bones
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Topic: Inspirational
I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
From Lucky
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Topic: Death