Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it?
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…
- Clare Vanderpool
...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.
Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them. - Clare Vanderpool
Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.
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
There are no coincidences. Just miracles by the boatload.
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…
If there is such a thing as a universal--and I wasn't ready to throw all of mine out the window--it's that there is power in a story. And if someone … - Clare Vanderpool
If there is such a thing as a universal--and I wasn't ready to throw all of mine out the window--it's that there is power in a story. And if someone …
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
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