Ann Howard Creel Quotes

#1. Sometimes you do find what you're looking for closer than you think

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#2. I'd become a woman who dreamed of yelling at people who didn't even know how infuriating I found them.

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#3. My aunts were not cruel, you understand. They loved to talk, and at every available opportunity they gave away the neatly wrapped presents of their thoughts, confident that no one would refuse them.

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#4. Memories are fragile things to hold, but many times, it's what we have.

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#5. One can't step into the river twice

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#6. [Ray to Livvy] Aren't you used to people meaning what they say?

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#7. Separately we might have sunk, but together we moved beyond bloodlines and nationalities and backgrounds and formed a vessel that somehow stayed afloat.

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#8. makes us no promises, no guarantees. Things move toward us whether we want them or not. Accidents occur, illnesses strike, and bombs fall. One street can be pulverized, the next one over not even scratched. Chance is so shifty and arbitrary.

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#9. Rose spoke up softly beside me. 'It's how you handle the unfairness of life -that's what matters, I think.'...In this city of imprisonment, I had seen faith and optimism, strength and fortitude in the face of adversity.

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#10. As a child, when I first heard the story of Creation, I'd closed my eyes and pictured the earth as a ball rolling off the palm of God and into dark space, then drifting around until it found its home in sunny orbit. Never perfect, but ever spinning, and holding on to her course, despite it all.

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#11. When I'd headed out here on my wedding day, I hadn't realized I'd bought a ticket to my own history, a different one from studying Akh-en-aten and Horizon-of-the-Aten, maybe, but a living, ongoing one.

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#12. [Livvy and her father] Neither of us had been as strong as we'd wanted to be.

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#13. eyes running over me like the work of a hundred biting ants

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