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I’m not happy with just repeating myself.

Chris Cleave

My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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Ambulance Birmingham Grandmother
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
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Alive Mean Stories
Nobody has the time to sit down and explain the first world from first principles.
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Down Nobody Principles World
This thing with being lovers, it isn’t like being married.
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Being Lovers Married
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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Fit Soul World
Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.
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Country Horror Suffering
We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.
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Behalf Books Movies
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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Built Woman Wreckage
Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn’t the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn’t deserve my own pity.
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Cry Pity Understood
I’m not happy with just repeating myself.
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Happy Just Not Repairing
[My maternal grandmother ] was a teacher in London and elsewhere during the war, although the children she taught were not the “lost children” who feature in the novel – those come from my research.
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Children Teacher War
WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory.
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Events Memories Wwii
This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.
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Ears Grief Moving
Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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Dare Refuge Understand
I think all of us are intrigued to imagine what we as individuals would become, if we were ever tested as hard as that golden generation was.
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Generations Golden Thinking
A scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
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Dying Mean Thinking

I’m not happy with just repeating myself.

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