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I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.

Yann Martel

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
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Dream Goodbye Heart
The blackness would stir and eventually go away, and God would remain, a shining point of light in my heart. I would go on loving.
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Heart Light Shining
My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.
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Described Feelings Hardly
When you’ve suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
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Pain Sad Unbearable
I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people’s minds.
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Mind People Stories
Any writer will be happy and good only if they know what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
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Doing Good Happy Knows
I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.
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Beautiful Mosques Sunday
It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go.
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Book Go Important Letting Life Of Pi
To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing–I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.
YANN MARTEL

Father Guidance Lose Supports
The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.
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Dark Moon Stars
There is no doubt in my mind that that feral giraffes and feral hippos have been living in Tokyo for generations without seeing a soul.
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Generations Seeing Shock Soul
I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It’s a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.
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Blood Boys Religious
I know zoos are no longer in people’s good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.
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Grace People Zoos
Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.
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Dancing Toads Trying
Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression. I thank God it always passed.
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Despair Expression Light
In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.
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Air Art Stories

I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.

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I was giving up. I would have given up – if a voice hadn’t made itself heard in my heart. The voice said “I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare.

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