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The Gray Green surface changes to the bright colours of our three images, sharpening & deepening all at once. And although we didn't speak, we all see it: Together, we look like our mother. Her same eyes, her same mouth, open in surprise to see, at last, her long cherished wish.

-Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan

"Say something" demanded Francie "why dont you say something?"
"What Can i say?
"Say that I'm young, that I'll get over it. Go ahead & Say it. Go ahead & lie."
"I know that's what people say-you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But i know that it's not true. Oh you'll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget.Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of Him."

-A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith

It was the throwing away that was hardest. But she did it, until the trunk was packed, the trash can was filled, & the room was bare of everything except the memories; those would always be there, Natalie knew.

-Find a stranger; Say Goodbye, Lois Lowry

Douge Deepe dug deep into his diaphragm & delivered the last lines to his one & only hit song...
Like the taste of sweet after sour,
Like the passing of an april shower...

-The Teenage Workbook, Adrian Tan

Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Within five minutes of the transfusion, he declared her out of danger. Chucking under her chin he said,
"What are you doing here honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets."
And it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of a suicide note, & a useless one at that, because she was going to live.
"Obviously doctor, you've never been a 13 yr-old girl."

-The Virgin Suicides, Jefferey Eugenides

You know a wonderful thing happened to me when i reflected back on my year...
"One Day" came.
Because I finally understood

-Looking for Alibrandi, Melina Marchetta

On the great hills that rose above the gardens, a tall figure detatched itself from the darkness of the ancient standing stone. The starlight gleamed on the wide shoulders of his leather jacket, as he stretched stiff from his long wait. Sometimes it seemed as though he had been waiting for her forever, but now, at last, he knew she was coming. He stared down at the darkened house. There was a light burning in a big window overlooking the terrace. Was the old man waiting too?

-The China Garden, Liz Berry

But now something like pain crossed his face. He was still looking at her, still gripping her arm, but his eyes went bleak. "You're the one."

-Witchlight, L.J.Smith

I took Faye's hand and we reemerged into the dismal terrain to return to our car. A breeze again breathed through to town and I held Faye's door, then went to my own, pausing once more for the journey and the memory of the woman who had brought me through it. Then we forever left Bethel to it's ghosts.

-The Locket, Richard Paul Evans

My God. I'm so sorry. I pray someone will love him the way he deserves, the way i probably never could. I hope he'll want to find me one day. I hope to God I'm doing the right thing. I hope to God he grows up proud and strong.

-A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries, Kaylie Jones

"I might as well enquire," replied she "why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason and even against your character? Was not this some excuse for incivillity, if i was uncivil?

-Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

Then the captain called out that the ship was ready for departure. The women had to go ashore and they parted with clumsy words. "We'll meet Again." And Mary knew that it would come to pass.

-According to Mary Magdalene, Marianne Fredriksson

Yesterday I was a blind destroyer of myself, reaching for I knew not what and only pushing it from me in my ignorance. But today the knowledge of a thousand failures cannot keep me from this light born of my darkness, here. Now.

-Red Ribbon On a White Horse, Anzia Yezierska

Reader, i married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and i, the parson and clerk were alone present. When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and i said: - "Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning."

-Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte