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You fall over, you get up again.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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The rain whispered down, soft as the touch of cobwebs, shrouding the green of the land in swathes of clinging grey. Maude had grown accustomed to the damp climate, to the clouds that constantly swept in, heavy and moist, off the Irish Sea. She had become used to hearing the soft, guttural tongue of the native Gaels in place of French and the stretched vowels of the English; to feeling as if she was living on the edge of the world, where the seasons moved, but time stood still. And always it rained.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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The language of power was exercised in more than just words. It was presence and thought; it was gesture and timing.
Elizabeth Chadwick
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Sometimes love strikes like lightning, and its power is as blinding. Other times it comes gently, creeps up on you unawares and covers you like a blanket.
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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It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old and see a rip in the fabric of your dreams for every one of those years. Suddenly you're threadbare to the world.
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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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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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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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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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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Money, influence, and human imperatives always spoke more loudly than conscience and God.
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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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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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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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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...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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All that remained were poignant memories, and she must face reality, not live on dreams.
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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I've not come this far, fought this hard, loved this much to lose it all before the feast has even begun.
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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Grief was just the moment before you tied off the thread and began the next one. That was when you made your choice about what you were going to sew next.
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
