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61 " -Pero es difícil, ¿no crees? En realidad apesta. El esconderse y toda esa mierda.-Entonces no lo hagas -replicó ella-. No te escondas. "
― Sarah Winman , When God Was a Rabbit
62 " And my father went back into the forest and chopped down a tree. The sound of the trunk fracturing and splintering and falling to earth was the sound his heart would have made, could it have spoken. "
63 " Do I believe in a mystery—the unexplained phenomenon that is life itself? The greater something that illuminates inconsequence in our lives, that gives us something to strive for as well as the humility to brush ourselves down and start all over again? Then yes, I do. It is the source of art, of beauty, of love, and proffers the ultimate goodness to mankind. That to me is God. That to me is life. That is what I believe in. "
64 " the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember. "
65 " Without a reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue. The meaning must enter our hearts, not our heads. We must understand the meaning of our suffering. "
66 " But what are we looking for?""You'll know when you find it. "
67 " Everyone wants to be found. "
68 " I was transfixed by the possibility of imagination within this home, no matter how strange it appeared to be. This wasn't the quiet symmetry of my everyday, the rows of terraced houses with their rectangular gardens and the routines as reliable as sturdy hairs. This wasn't the world in which things matched, or even went with. This was a world devoid of harmony. This was a world of drama, where comedy and tragedy fought for space. "
69 " People knew as they lay alone at night that this was the beginning, the raw beginning that was to be their Present, their Now, their Future, their Memory. "
70 " Fear was catching. Even the immune were suffering. "
71 " Soon the river would narrow and carve through water rushes and overhanging trees still dripping with weed and flotsam from the previous high tide; it was the stretch I never trusted, the stretch of river that pulled my imagination as taut as rope around a cleat, and where I saw thick gnarled roots crawling across the mudflats "
72 " The world is a different place when you are well, when you are young. The world is beautiful and safe. "
73 " When we left the house both my mother and father had shed a tear as their beloved son walked out into the cold night air dressed as a daughter, unsure as to what he might return as. That, my father would later say, was one of the unexpected gifts of parenthood. "
74 " I realized that maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember. "