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" What I felt at this moment was black dispair - but no, this was wrong because the color black has vitality , the night is black and has stars and a moon, and mysterious and important events can happen in the darkness. Despair, I decided, was grey: endless, bottomless, without night or day, time, sun or stars. "
― Dorothy Gilman , Caravan
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" As she stood transfixed the last notes of a muezzin’s chant reached her ears from below, sounding phantom in the high clear air, and Mrs. Pollifax thought, I must remember this moment, and then, I shall have to come back and really see this country. Yet she knew that if she did come back it would be entirely different. It was the unexpected that brought to these moments this tender, unnameable rush of understanding, this joy in being alive. It was safety following danger, it was food after hours of hunger, rest following exhaustion, it was the astonishing strangers who had become her friends. It was this and more, until the richness of living caught at her throat, and all the well-meant security with which people surrounded themselves was exposed for what it truly was: a wall to keep out life, a conceit, a mad delusion. "
― Dorothy Gilman , The Amazing Mrs. Pollifax (Mrs. Pollifax, #2)