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People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.
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When someone steals your goat, my son, it is roasted and eaten and you forget it. When someone steals your corn, it is ground into meal and eaten and you forget it. But when someone steals your land, it is always there and you can never forget it.
Barbara Wood
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There was no doubt what must be done—the law was clear. Written centuries ago, the Lex Caesare decreed that if any woman died while pregnant, the living child was to be immediately cut out of her abdomen. This poor girl, whose name no one knew, was certain to die; but the baby inside her lived and must be given a chance to survive. Selene was fearful. She had never before performed a Caesarean-law operation.
Barbara Wood -
The poor prayed to become rich, and the rich prayed to become richer.
Barbara Wood -
He says not to list the patients we save but the ones we don't kill.
Barbara Wood -
The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows.
Barbara Wood -
The old dead coals fell to the wayside, warm ones sat glowing weakly on the edges; but the hot new ones, red and burning, poured their heat into the centre of cook fire.
Barbara Wood -
Do not fear for me, for I was born only once and i shall die only once.
Barbara Wood
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Love changes everything. I never suspected it would be so. Requited love, I should say …
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Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
Barbara Wood -
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
Barbara Wood -
What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.
Barbara Wood -
People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.
Barbara Wood -
People ask without wanting to know.
Barbara Wood
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Forgiveness is not simply the absolving of an enemy, or one who has done us wrong. Forgiveness must encompass all those things which disturb the tranquility of our soul: the barking dog that robs you of sleep, the heat of summer, the cold of winter. Forgive the ingrown toenail, the flea that bites; forgive the cranky child, wrinkles, a forgotten birthday.
Barbara Wood -
To live is to change, to die one hundred deaths.
Barbara Wood -
We walk the paths we choose.
Barbara Wood