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We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.

Chris Cleave

There’s what people say, and there’s what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.
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Differences Mean Two
My maternal grandmother was in London during the Blitz. Indeed, the man she was dating before she met my grandfather was killed beside her in a cinema, in 1941, when a bomb came through the roof – a tragedy in which she herself was badly wounded.
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Dating Grandmother Men
We leave it up to books and movies to talk about WWII on our behalf.
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Behalf Books Movies
Sometimes we don’t notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.
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Brave Easy Sometimes
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
I’m really interested in people’s decisions.
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Decision Interested People
My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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Ambulance Birmingham Grandmother
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
Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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Armistice Ends War
I’m a much better writer for being a father.
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Being Better Father Much
Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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Dare Refuge Understand
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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Built Woman Wreckage
Death, of course, is a refuge. It’s where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It’s where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.
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Capes Names Running
If I can’t write it would be as if I died.
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Chasing Destroy Died Writing
We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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Reality Refugee Summer
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.
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Alive Mean Stories

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