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The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

Pat Conroy

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Beauty Graze Indrawn Lamb Source Tide
Honor is the presence of God in man.
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God Honor Man Presence
It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.
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God Handicraft Joyous Look Might Represent Sense Of Humour Work
Each of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.
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During Easy Exhilaration Freedom Happiness Imagination Moment Remember Seem Wordless
No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.
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Distort Geometry Human Imperfect Laughter Life Line Story Straight Time
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Also Anchorage Call Geography Part Would
William Ferris has long reigned as the unimpeachable source of the entire southern experience. His work on southern folklore and the composition of the Encyclopedia of Southern Culture have made him both legendary and necessary. His book,
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Country Entire Experience Long People Person Resigned Source Southern Unimpeachable
I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.
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Along Beauty Book Born Movement Music Painting Poem Rhyme Sory Write
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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End never Once Travel Voyage
Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.
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Anyone Genuine Greatest Hero Know Must Need Symoatheic Understand Well
I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
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Born Carolina Carry Sunshine Country Dark Gold Ink Island Low Raised Sea
Good writing … involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.
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Agony Difficult Fit Force Good Human Into Kucid Profound Thought Tight Write
I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
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Any Feel Happen Once Only Other Say Skin Think Way When Young
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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Agony Away Being Mne Pity Quite Recurrent Self Take Theme
There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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Barbecue Idea Just No South
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
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All Ask Book Everything Give Here Leave Single Word

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

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The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

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