It hit her like a loved one turning his back while she was falling, like some great bond that wasn’t simply taken away but never truly existed.
     ― Hugh Howey,
  
    
      Dust

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It hit her like a loved one turning his back while she was falling, like some great bond...
Her twitching muscles felt near enough like wracking sobs. Struggling on that table felt near enough like times she’d clutched her knees and sobbed quietly in the tub. Life and love. When the bad parts crept in, sometimes she wished it would end. Wished there was some quick way out for cowards. She loved her husband, wasn’t sure how not to, but sometimes she sat in the tub with the water running dangerously hot and wanted out. Like now, just wanting to die.
     ― Hugh Howey,
  
    
      I, Zombie

Her twitching muscles felt near enough like wracking sobs. Struggling on that table felt...

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Her twitching muscles felt near enough like wracking sobs. Struggling on that table felt near enough like times...
Time slipped away in a familiar manner, and love dwindled as it was tossed back and forth in the form of arguments. It could only go away, everything she saw and everywhere she looked. Money. It disappeared from her accounts no matter how hard she tried to save. Time and love and wealth and anything worth building or wrapping one’s arms around, trying to hold on to it all, eroding like the cascade of sand between two palms, stolen by the breeze.
     ― Hugh Howey,
  
    
      I, Zombie

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Time slipped away in a familiar manner, and love dwindled as it was tossed back and forth in...
His lips lowered to mine, kissing me stupid, and I forgot for a few minutes why we were arguing.
     ― Michelle Hughes,
  
    
      Cowboy Sanctuary

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His lips lowered to mine, kissing me stupid, and I forgot for a few minutes why we were...
Who then is to judge what is good, true, and beautiful? You are. Plato says it is the soul: the proper dimensions and proportions are already stored in our minds, and when we recognize the good, true, and beautiful-- how is it that we do it? It is by anamnesis, the act of recalling what we have seen somewhere before. You must have received an impression of what is right somewhere else, because you recognize it instantly; you don't have to have it analyzed; you don't have to say, "That is beautiful," or "That is ugly"; you welcome it as an old acquaintance. We recognize what is lovely because we have seen it somewhere else, and as we walk through the world, we are constantly on the watch for it with a kind of nostalgia, so that when we see an object or a person that pleases us, it is like recognizing an old friend.
     ― Hugh Nibley

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Who then is to judge what is good, true, and beautiful? You are. Plato says it is the...
Only God possesses the love and wisdom necessary to deal with human pride in a consistently constructive manner.
     ― Hugh Ross,
  
    
      Hidden Treasures in the Book of Job (Reasons to Believe): How the Oldest Book in the Bible Answers Today's Scientific Questions

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Only God possesses the love and wisdom necessary to deal with human pride in a consistently constructive manner. ...
Don't get me wrong, I loved Hugh Jackman as much the next girl. But, watching amazing books get turned into award-winning movies that people didn't even realize had been books first—well, it kind of broke my heart.
     ― Caitie Quinn,
  
    
      The Catching Kind

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Don't get me wrong, I loved Hugh Jackman as much the next girl. But, watching amazing books get...
The pressure in the airlock grew, and the folds of her suit found every raised scar across her body, wrinkles pressing where wrinkles had once burned. It was a million pricks from a million gentle needles, every sensitive part of her touched all at once, as if this airlock remembered, as if it knew her. A lover's apology.
     ― Hugh Howey,
  
    
      Dust

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The pressure in the airlock grew, and the folds of her suit found every raised scar across her...
We all had dreams, regrets, accomplishments, people we'd loved and disappointed, and at some point, for each of us, those earthly concerns would fall away, our lives replaced in an instant by darkness or--if you believed--light. Sometimes deaths came too soon, sometimes not soon enough, and only for certain sinners did it come at a time of one's choosing.
     ― Laura McHugh,
  
    
      Arrowood

We all had dreams, regrets, accomplishments, people we’d loved and disappointed, and at some...

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We all had dreams, regrets, accomplishments, people we'd loved and disappointed, and at some point, for each of...
All my life, in nameless, indeterminate ways, I'd tried to complete my life with someone else--first my father, then Hugh, even Whit, and I didn't want that anymore. I wanted to belong to myself.
     ― Sue Monk Kidd

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All my life, in nameless, indeterminate ways, I'd tried to complete my life with someone else--first my father,...