A.S. Peterson Quotes

#1. He poured all his pain into the void of the violin and gently worked it out, turned it to beauty.

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#2. Most often, their association was one of silence, but that is a thing of uncommon worth when partaken of in the ease of another.

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#3. Should we Knights, in years to come, dwindle into memory, perhaps the world will recall that in the days of our demise we stood, hewing at the fetters of captive men.

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#4. She dove, plunging fully beneath the surface and came up again in tears. Rivulets ran from her face, and the sun ignited them each, transforming them, even amid her sorrow, into gilded runnels set with a diamond shine.

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#5. (Topper) I'll story 'em, Fin. I'll story 'em clean.

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#6. The man held himself still and turned his milk-flooded eyes on her. Fin felt something like vertigo and knew that, though blind, he was seeing. He wasn't looking at her or past her. He was looking into her. And what he saw, he judged.
"Is very good.

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#7. He stared at her hard and long, as if he were gauging a cloudbank that might be worth the trouble to sail around rather than through.

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#8. Sometimes we got to look in the dark to see how bright's the dawn.

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#9. in all the vastness of the world, the deepest adventure is not of war or mortal danger, but of heart, of soul, of the infinite discovery of a beloved other.

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#10. Though Fin couldn't see it, she felt the closeness of land around her. From beyond the grey veil she could sense the oppressive weight of two great continents crowding down to the sea, each to kneel and contemplate the nearness of an ancient earthen brother.

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#11. Though he wouldn't take it or offer it back, she gave. She squeezed it into him and held it there. She accepted him. She loved him in his wretchedness, kissed his ragged cheek, and called him /father./

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#12. Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.

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#13. Beautiful, that's what you got to do with that hurtin', you got to turn it beautiful.

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