You once said that just as anything whole can be broken, anything broken can be put back together again.

what you give up you can learn to live without, even if it causes you heartbreak at the start. Whether you are mortal or not, you go on, even if sorrow nags

I wondered if damaged people ever got over what damaged them.

life. She was only a girl and exhausted from her journey, but she would do as she must in order to survive.

Evan's head was filled with the sound of water. He thought of the ghost in the grass, her blue dress and bare feet. He thought of the way the doves had flown up into the sky all in a rush, startled by gunfire, and then all he could think was that despite everything that happened, he was alive.

Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story.

Pain was something to get used to, to inure yourself against. I would rather hurt myself than be hurt by someone else, and so I took up this practice with a sense of purpose and without remorse.

Never be without thread," she told the girl. "What is broken can also be mended. Remember that in your dark days, as I have.

A little love, a little buckshot, that's how I'd say handle yourself.

breaking the heart opens it.

They'd been attacked by lions, stampeded by elephants, flooded out by rains, made war on by "natives." The tales they told were simply incredible. There they sat on a heavily antimacassared horsehair sofa, two prim and proper ladies in ruffles and lace, telling these stupendous stories over tea.

The brilliance of enslaving the spirit is that it is an invisible prison from which the inmate appears to derive some comfort.