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digress; except, dear reader, wandering, even getting lost makes finding the road and destination all the richer and more satisfying. One
“Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth…These are the things to fear…”
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“Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was memory falls out of the world.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“Always tell the truth. It's the easiest thing to remember.”
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“To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air. Marie-Laure can sit in an attic high above the street and hear lilies rustling in marshes two miles away. She hears Americans scurry across farm fields, directing their huge cannons at the smoke of Saint-Malo; she hears families sniffling around hurricane lamps in cellars, crows hopping from pile to pile, flies landing on corpses in ditches; she hears the tamarinds shiver and the jays shriek and the dune grass burn; she feels the great granite fist, sunk deep into the earth’s crust, on which Saint-Malo sits, and the ocean teething at it from all four sides, and the outer islands holding steady against the swirling tides; she hears cows drink from stone troughs and dolphins rise through the green water of the Channel; she hears the bones of dead whales stir five leagues below, their marrow offering a century of food for cities of creatures who will live their whole lives and never once see a photon sent from the sun. She hears her snails in the grotto drag their bodies over the rocks.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
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