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Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.

Chris Cleave

I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.
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Bravery Mean Thinking
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
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
We no longer need to show people being brave: instead, we can examine how they became brave. We can assume that they didn’t start out that way. If we allow that they started out just like us, then their journey into courage becomes both more fascinating and more impressive.
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Brave Journey People
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
I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.
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Built Woman Wreckage
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
I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.
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Fit Soul World
My paternal grandmother drove ambulances during the regional Blitz, in Birmingham.
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Ambulance Birmingham Grandmother
I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn’t the most athletic guy at school.
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Guy School Thinking
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive
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Alive Mean Stories
We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.
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Reality Refugee Summer
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
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
I’m not happy with just repeating myself.
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Happy Just Not Repairing

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