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“…As was true of all human effort, there was never advancement. Everything added meant something lost, and about as often as not the thing lost was preferable to the thing gained, so that over time we’d be lucky if we just broke even. Any thought otherwise was empty pride.”
- Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
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“For all the feeling in his legs, he might have been sawed off from the waist down. It was as if nothing were there, himself in the process of becoming some mere figment, fading from the ground up, as if the journey ahead were to be continued in the form of a veil or mist. A tissue. The idea had its appeal. A traveling shade.”
- Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
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“It was easy enough to say, as Monroe often had, that the path to contentment was to abide by one’s own nature and follow its path. Such she believed was clearly true. But if one had not the slightest hint toward finding what one’s nature was, then even stepping out on the path became a snaggy matter.”
- Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
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“It seemed a poor swap to find that the only way one might keep from fearing death was to act numb and set apart as if dead already, with nothing much left of yourself but a hut of bones.”
- Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
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Awkward, quiet and often snarky, this young female likes coffee in her sugar and cream, cats, reading, and making fun of tragedies. She's a mess waiting to happen, so gift her to any relatives you don't particularly like.
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