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We must all sleep alone in the tomb, my love, but in life we are joined as one flesh - as our children attest.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Within her the core of rebellion hardened. She would dress as she chose, because clothes and appearance were part of a woman’s armor in this world whether Bernard of Clairvaux approved or not.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Let your deeds be your bond, not your promises and cajolery.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Those who walk with their heads in the air usually don’t see the shit on the ground until they tread in it.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Grief was just the moment before you tied the thread and began the next one.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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And what is truth, since it changes according to each individual's perception?
Elizabeth Chadwick
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You fall over, you get up again.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Sometimes a river runs on the surface, and sometimes it runs underground, but always it is present. Even if you do not see it, you can feel it.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Together they watched the fireflies twinkle in and out like hopes in the darkness.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Money, influence, and human imperatives always spoke more loudly than conscience and God.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Because there are no winners in this sorry state of affairs. We are all losers; we are all diminished.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Just remember when temptation comes your way that a boy will drink beyond his means and a man will know when he’s had enough.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Weep now, but tomorrow be strong. Remember who we are and that whatever else is taken from us, they will never strip our honour and our pride.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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It was the truth, but that made it no more palatable.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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The children either become like their parents or else they flee in the opposite direction.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Worrying about them would make no difference, unless it diminished her ability to cope.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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All that remained were poignant memories, and she must face reality, not live on dreams.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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...the world was a place where those who had power could do what they wanted and those without it were the victims. The world would try to make him its victim, so it was always best to strike first.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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There will be a great hole in the fabric of my being when he is gone, but not as great a hole as the one had I not known him.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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I have missed you beyond all reason, and that there is not a kissing bunch large enough in that hall to show you how much.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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All that remains is regret for what might have been. It is like standing in the ashes of a fire you once approached to warm your body a little, but which burned you to the bone instead.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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It seemed as close as yesterday, and as distant as the end of the world.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Look to the plank of wood in your own eye before you remove the mote of sawdust from mine.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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There was a dark satisfaction in choosing to remain wounded, yet he had seen what happened to Henry when he cut himself off from love.
Elizabeth Chadwick
