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Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive

Chris Cleave

The only bad days as a writer are the ones when you are too cowardly or too lazy to sit down at the keyboard and give it everything you have.
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Bad Day Giving Lazy
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
A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.
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Dying Mean Scar
Psychiatry in this place is like serving an in-flight meal in the middle of a plane crash. If I wanted to make you well, as a doctor, I should be giving you a parachute, not a cheese-and-pickle sandwich.
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Doctors Giving Pickles
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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Fit Soul World
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
Yet war doesn’t end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.
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Armistice Ends War
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
I write in the novel’s afterword that our recent wars “finish not with victory or defeat but with a calendar draw-down date and a presumption that we shall never be reconciled with the enemy”.
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Enemy War Writing
That is how we lived, happily and without hope. I was very young then, and I did not miss having a future because I did not know I was entitled to one.
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Hope Missing Without Young
Even for a girl like me, then, there comes a day when she can stop surviving and start living. To survive, you have to look good or talk good. But to end your story well– here is the truth– you have to talk yourself out of it.
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Girl Looks Stories
I’m not happy with just repeating myself.
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Happy Just Not Repairing
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
Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.
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Dare Refuge Understand
We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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Reality Refugee Summer
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

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