Sonja Yoerg Quotes

#1. The truest, best love had nothing to do with luck. Luck was faithless, and worth little. True love wasn't fancy and it wasn't magical, but simply true in every sense: honest, loyal and sure.

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#2. [Her father] never minded when there was nothing to shoot, and she never minded when there was. The harsh crack of the rifle and the limp rabbits and doves were the practical cost of the joy of those mornings.

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#3. No one tells you how hard it is to be this cool.

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#4. It was morning distilled, the sun rising on a quiet world, a mute witness. To Liz, it was both the oldest miraculous event, and the newest. This one belonged to her, and she to it.

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#5. What goodness she might hold in her heart had been overshadowed by her actions, again and again, She wasn't a bad person, but she might was well be.

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#6. The careless arrows of misfortune were tangents glancing off the pure circle of her dreams.

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#7. Hiking's not for everyone. Notice the wilderness is mostly empty.

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#8. She had gills while other people were breathing with lungs. There was, however, no point in dwelling on it, as it was too later to grow up differently.

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#9. Getting closer to someone doesn't necessarily clarify anything. It's like staring at an electron micrograph. You're closer but nothing's any simpler.

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#10. Trying to understand her teenage daughter's behavior was like trying to listen to a recording of a symphony whose volume vacillated unpredictably from barely audible to deafening. She couldn't hear the music, and all she wanted to do was leave the room.

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#11. Maybe that's what marriage does, Helen thought. One day you're holding your breath lest a ghost fly up your nose and the next your coming home as married as your own mother.

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#12. But for her there was no possibility of a clear conscience, merely the weak absolution of honesty, of confession.
She could not buy into the cycle of sin and penance. She would always remember what she had done, and it would always sting. She would not be washed clean.

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#13. Death was a cold and endless place. At least life served vodka.

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#14. In a corner of her heart she imagined her compassion as kindling that could ignite not only her tender and guarded feelings for her mother, but also jump across the void and ignite her mother's feelings for her.

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#15. How she envied Diesel. He could love someone without knowing them.

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#16. The past wasn't a guest you could ask to leave when you tired of its company. No, the past put up its feet and meant to stay.

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#17. Summer was down to the last lick of ice cream before the cone collapsed.

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#18. The groan of the lake was the earth tuning for a song she was desperate to hear.

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#19. What is in your blood matters, but not as much as what is in your heart.

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#20. Courage lays within easy reach of a child who knows nothing of how easily understanding can unravel, leaving a set of rules that apply to nothing, and an empty heart.

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