There are no coincidences. Just miracles by the boatload.
...the person you encounter is often more than the person you see. - Clare Vanderpool
...the person you encounter is often more than the person you see.
- Clare Vanderpool
Maybe the world wasn’t made of universals that could be summed up in neat little packages. Maybe there were just people. People who were tired and hu… - Clare Vanderpool
Maybe the world wasn’t made of universals that could be summed up in neat little packages. Maybe there were just people. People who were tired and hu…
Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important. - Clare Vanderpool
Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.
There are no coincidences. Just miracles by the boatload. - Clare Vanderpool
They call themselves the Ku Klux Klan and they hate pretty much everyone who isn't like them. If you have the wrong color, religion, or birthplace, t… - Clare Vanderpool
They call themselves the Ku Klux Klan and they hate pretty much everyone who isn't like them. If you have the wrong color, religion, or birthplace, t…
I'd heard of really bad things Klan folks did to Negroes. Mean, hateful, deadly things. I didn't know they were hateful toward white folks too. - Clare Vanderpool
I'd heard of really bad things Klan folks did to Negroes. Mean, hateful, deadly things. I didn't know they were hateful toward white folks too.
This was a land of lost souls. Human beings who had weathered great storms in life, had suffered unspeakable loss, had been put to painful tests of e… - Clare Vanderpool
This was a land of lost souls. Human beings who had weathered great storms in life, had suffered unspeakable loss, had been put to painful tests of e…
He could hear trhe voices, the whispers, the sighs, of these souls who were unable to let go of their burdens. ... Pi understood this need to hold on… - Clare Vanderpool
He could hear trhe voices, the whispers, the sighs, of these souls who were unable to let go of their burdens. ... Pi understood this need to hold on…
Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it? - Clare Vanderpool
Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it?
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