M. L. Stedman Quotes
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Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.
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When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.
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The law's the law, but people are people.
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When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.
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It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.
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Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot 'em both, and then it's too late.
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Scars are just another kind of memory.
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Once a child gets into your heart, there’s no right or wrong about it.
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Every end is the beginning of something else.
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To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.
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History is that which is agreed upon by mutual consent.
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Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.
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Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.
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No one ever has or ever will travel quite the same path on earth.
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We live with the decisions we makeThat’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes.
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You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
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The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.
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Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.
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There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.
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You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.
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Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.
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Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
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That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
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Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.