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'So then you started reading the Bible?' I asked. 'Yes. We would eat chocolates and smoke cigarettes and read the Bible, which is the only way to do it, if you ask me. Don, the Bible is so good with chocolate. I always thought the Bible was more of a salad thing, you know, but it isn’t. It is a chocolate thing. We started reading through Matthew, and I thought it was all very interesting, you know. And I found Jesus very disturbing, very straightforward. He wasn’t diplomatic, and yet I felt like if I met Him, He would really like me. Don, I can’t explain how freeing that was, to realize that if I met Jesus, He would like me. I never felt like that about some of the Christians on the radio. I always thought if I met those people they would yell at me. But it wasn’t like that with Jesus. There were people He loved and people He got really mad at, and I kept identifying with the people He loved, which was really good, because they were all the broken people, you know, the kind of people who are tired of life and want to be done with it, or they are desperate people, people who are outcasts or pagans.

Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

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I built my house by the sea. Not on the sands, mind you, not on the shifting sand. And I built it of rock. A strong house by a strong sea. And we got well acquainted, the sea and I. Good neighbours. Not that we spoke much. We met in silences, respectful, keeping our distance but looking our thoughts across the fence of sand. Always the fence of sand our barrier, always the sand between. And then one day (and I still don't know how it happened) The sea came. Without warning. Without welcome even. Not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine, less like the flow of water than the flow of blood. Slow, but flowing like an open wound. And I thought of flight, and I thought of drowning, and I thought of death. But while I thought, the sea crept higher till it reached my door. And I knew that there was neither flight nor death nor drowning. That when the sea comes calling you stop being good neighbours, Well acquainted, friendly from a distance neighbours. And you give your house for a coral castle And you learn to breathe under water.

Carol Bialock

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Zeke 1,26 [16]

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But how do you teach your body to undo a reflex? [16]

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I really only love God as much as the person I love the least.

Dorothy Day

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The problem with gender is that it prescribes how we should be rather than recognizing how we are. Imagine how much happier we would be, how much freer to be our true individual selves, if we didn't have the weight of gender expectations.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, “We Should All Be Feminists”

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'After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed...Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.'

John Steinbeck, “Pastures of Heaven”

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In the presence of his parents, Jimmie's manner was usually sullen and secretive. He knew he couldn't trust them with his knowledge of the world, for they would not understand. They belonged to a generation which had no knowledge of sin nor heroism. A firm intention to give over one's life to science after gutting it of emotional possibilities would not be tenderly received by his parents.

John Steinbeck, “Pastures of Heaven”

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I heard his hair is full of secrets. [16]

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Beatufil leyes. [16]

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The wolves. [16]

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Hearts unfold. [16]