Top 57 Gina Marinello-Sweeney Quotes
#2. Maturity is so often considered to be synonymous with 'adult.' But I truly feel that maturity may be defined by the ability to be both an adult and a child.
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#5. Odd is a compliment," he continued, his eyes twinkling, "whereas weird is an insult.
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#6. It's more than a feeling," I whispered to the darkness of my room, "and ... even more than a choice. It is a conviction. And a mystery. A beautiful, beautiful mystery.
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#8. He's convinced that you're a psycho," I explained, as I reached the bench. "He has the list narrowed down to either a double agent or a serial killer.
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#10. A few days earlier, Adriana and I had been browsing books at the local library. I happened to turn around and look at her ... and that was it. The man who "loved to laugh" in Mary Poppins had nothing on us.
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#13. St. Catherine of Siena once said, 'If you are what you should be, you will set the whole world ablaze.' But," I turned to him urgently, "how can I even light a single candle if someone blocks off the first step?
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#15. She nodded, golden curls beaming in their flight, as she continued her drawing, absolutely absorbed.
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#16. It is the littlest of flowers that fly the farthest ... That have the courage to fly the farthest.
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#19. The starry night sky echoed across my thoughts, the expanse of my own void filtered in its quiet solitude.
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#21. Caution: Danger ahead. Do not refer to Adriana as little in regards to either her age or stature. If you happen to disregard this most basic of laws, approach with caution. Much, much caution.
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#23. The luminescent flow of a sunbathed garden - illuminating the shifting colors of its inhabitants - echoed in my memory as I opened the antique bookstore door in the shaft of window light.
The books, like the flowers of the garden, awaited me with the thrill of a new mystery.
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#25. Icy pillars of serenity, spun from airy mist, entered my quiet vision in echoes of worlds unknown.
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#26. No magnetic wombats, no flying hyenas, no catfish masquerading as samurai, and, MOST CERTAINLY, no Duku jam!
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#27. Have you ever felt like you were caught in a maze in which nothing made sense? In which you saw Superman and the Green Goblin in the same comic strip when they really belonged in two different stories?
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#28. Knowledge can be powerful. But it can only be beautiful if there is more to it. If it is guided by something greater than the simple desire to enhance the potency of the mind.
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#29. The college bookstore was a splash of life, culture, and society. As a psychology student, I often found myself intrigued by the behavior, ways of thinking and feeling, and general schemata of others, and this was the perfect spot to engage my senses.
Other times, I was just annoyed.
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#30. I sat down, turning the pages of my notebook in search of a blank page, in the dim light of my room. The arrival of nightfall had invited leafy shadows to play hide and seek in the glass reflection of the window. I smiled as one of these mischievous shadows crept across the page in a midnight dance.
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#31. A coldness, nearly tangible due to its extreme weight, was perceptible the instant I entered the room.
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#32. I heard the waves tumbling in a chorus of doves, inviting me to take part in their vision. A vision from Beyond.
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#37. The last time I checked, I wasn't the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped ... after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a flip-flop that had somehow ended up in the sink.
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#38. A fleeting moment of bliss filling your existence with ecstasy, only to fade with the dimming light.
No, I could not believe that.
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#39. And the shower of roses spun around me, inviting me to take part in their ever-present waltz.
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#41. He wished to be more like the sea. He wished to know its wisdom, its peace. He wished to know the legend that it spoke. The legend that soared far beyond legends. The Legend that spoke Truth.
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#42. It was a gaze that held the comfort of familiarity. There was no mystery, no enigmatic depth, but unrestrained length, the length of years - the laughter of childhood games and Christmas carols of home - lining its pathways with simple, yet easily overlooked, understanding.
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#43. There is an unspoken pact between best friends that stipulates the following:
To induce laughter, all you have to do is look at your partner-in-crime - even in the absence of said crime.
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#44. Many a year I told her tales. And then the time came for me to watch. And watch I have.
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#47. The Eternal Smiler strode forth, handing her one, as well. I considered the psychology behind her smile and formed the conclusion that, despite its obvious coating of pleasantry, it was an understandable psychological decision.
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#48. A girl locked in a tower with no life experience. But, you know, Rebecca ... this isn't a fairy tale. Your tower will never protect you from the darkness outside."
"And your tower will always be a prison," I said softly.
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#52. Raindrops lingered in a melody of remembrance cast from the heavens above as I myself cast aside the dryness of the present day.
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#53. Battle scars were not a commodity that I was accustomed to selling, least of all to myself.
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#55. No, thank you," he flashed that grin of his. "I've been wondering what the lair of a poetry-inclined psychologist looks like.
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#56. And, together, the two soft forms, overlapping yet distinct, were like misty wings of silence, exquisitely-spun and spread full, surrounding our Lord in graceful symphony.
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