Elise Forier Edie Quotes

#1. Grief is a little like being in a fresh snowfall. A light, cold curtain falls between you and the rest of the world.

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#2. He said only farmers and school children really appreciated the beauty of a snow day.

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#3. The sleeping princess is a symbol of the sleeping earth. The spell she is under is the chill of winter and the kiss of life... the kiss of the sun wakes her.

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#4. Tears are like rain to the Devil: they fill his black heart with sharp, ugly blossoms of laughter.

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#5. It's a big wide world, after all, and Mattawa, Washington, perched on the edge of it, is somewhere in between Nowhere and Nothing At All.

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#6. Written words, he told me, were forever. Stories stretched beyond death, like time itself, ever changing us, but themselves, unchanged.

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#7. The Story of the Volcano, An Aztec Myth
Once upon a time there was a princess named Iztaccihuatl, more beautiful than any woman, and a handsome warrior Popocatepetl, who loved her. They were to be married, and all the kingdoms rejoiced...

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#8. There's some kind of really bad stuff going around, because we keep getting these calls. Devils in the trees, monsters walking among us, crap like that. Happy holidays, right?

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#9. I promise I won't laugh at you if you sneak out to bury a few Pink Ladies at the roots of our trees this December. Assuredly, you'll be doing your part for next year's crop. And who knows? You might find some buried treasure - be it gold or simple gifts of the spirit. Happy holidays!

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#10. Annie stared into the flames for a while and then cleared her throat. "Has it occurred to you that maybe there's actually a monster out there?" she asked.

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#11. Any time evil comes into a place it is because someone give it permission.

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#12. I thought at first, even knowing you could not die, it seemed you could not live.

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#13. Being an owl was simple. It was survival... An owl thinks only: fly, hunt, breed, live. People think, and wonder, and dream, and speak of it all.

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#14. He would make her laugh every night that they made love. He would make love to her once for every time she giggled.
She burst into laughter then, and he grinned.
"That's one.

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