….there is a difference between hearing and listening. You can’t always help what you hear. But you can control what holds your interest, what you choose to dwell on.
BRANDON MULLIn their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
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Faith isn’t knowledge, Rachel. Faith is a tool. Faith keeps us going until we get the knowledge. Faith keeps us striving until we reach the consequences of our most important decisions.
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Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. Here. My mother never calls me Nathan.” Is it Nate?” She calls me Honeylips.
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That was cool.’ You’re psychotic.
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Fantasy leaves imaginations larger than it finds them.
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He’s stubborn,” Tux warned in a singsong tone. “Stay out of this,” Mark spat. “And touchy,” Tux added.
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I blush to think of her beholding my work,” Verl confessed. So do we,” Newel assured him.
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Everyone should get to clobber a princess at least once,” Jason said.
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…even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.
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When you have to jump, you jump.
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Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic.” “Sure you were,” Jason said. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.
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Patience mimics the power of infinity.
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It was an emergency!” Seth blurted. “Read my lips – emergency reading – not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehave.
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Can’t you home school me?” Nate pleaded. “You would never do any work.” (Nate’s mom) “Sounds perfect!
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Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.
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You look tired,” Rachel told Jason. “I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.” “Can’t you?” Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. “I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.” “I probably could today,” Jason conceded.
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