“He had never thought of himself as much of a praying man, but as he sat in the car in the growing darkness and the minutes passed, he knew what it was to pray. It was to will goodness out of evil, hope out of despair, life out of death. It was to will dreams into existence and spectres into reality. It was to will an end to anguish and a beginning to joy.”
― Elizabeth George, quote from A Great Deliverance
“Il ne s'était jamais considéré comme un homme de prière, mais, assis dans la voiture au milieu de l'obscurité qui tombait et des minutes qui s'égrenaient, il comprit ce que le mot « prier » voulait dire. C'était vouloir que le mal se transforme en bien, le désespoir en espérance, que la mort devienne vie. C'était vouloir que les rêves existent et que les spectres deviennent réalité. C'était vouloir que finisse l'angoisse, vouloir que commence la joie.”
― Elizabeth George, quote from A Great Deliverance
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― Elizabeth George, quote from A Great Deliverance
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― Elizabeth George, quote from A Great Deliverance
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“Ryder! What’s taking you so long?”
“I’m on my way!” he yells back.
It feels like forever before he pushes open the door and ducks inside. Then I see why it took him so long. He’s somehow got the three cats tucked under one arm and the cake plate clutched in the other hand. No spare for a flashlight or lantern--so he accomplished this all in the dark.
“Here,” he says, handing off the cake to me before releasing Kirk, Spock, and Sulu into the crate and latching the door.
“Seriously, Ryder? You brought the cake?”
He shrugs. “I was hungry.”
Hmm, I guess all that kissing worked up his appetite. For cake. I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. On the plus side, he doesn’t look like he’s about to puke. So we’re making progress as far as his fear of storms goes. I guess that’s something.
“Did you happen to bring a fork?” I ask, setting the plate on the makeshift tabletop.
He produces two from his pocket, holding them up triumphantly. So we eat cake while the sirens blare. Actually, it doesn’t sound that bad out there. Still, the fact that we’re so calm--that Ryder’s so calm--should tell you how routine this is getting. As long as we don’t hear that awful freight-train sound, we’re good.
“What happened to the cake?” he asks between bites. “It looks like someone mutilated it while I was gone.”
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Guess I did some stress bingeing. You realize you’re not wearing a shirt, right?”
He glances down and shrugs, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Sorry ’bout that.”
It might seem silly that he’s apologizing, but at Magnolia Landing, you don’t come to the table unless you’re fully dressed. It’s one of Laura Grace’s most unbendable rules--you dress for meals, even breakfast. Not that this counts as a meal, and I’m not sure you could call this plywood-on-top-of-a-crate thing a “table.” But still…
By the time the sirens shut off, we’ve completely cleaned the plate, even scraping off the hardened frosting with our fingers. “That was quick,” I say, setting aside the now-empty plate.
Ryder nods. “I guess we should give it a minute or two. You know, make sure it’s not coming back on.”
So we wait. Silently. Ryder can’t even meet my eyes, and all I want to do is stare at his lips. This is crazy. I mean, what do we do now--now that the sirens are off and the cake is gone?
Apparently, the answer is pretend like nothing happened.”
― Kristi Cook, quote from Magnolia
“As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream.”
― C.S. Lewis, quote from Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold
“Sleep, she said. Sleep while you can. Forget where you are and forget the mountain of days. Each one enormous, lost in some forest that never ends, but then the edge will fold back and you'll walk on what was the sky and is now only another forest floor, another layer, and you can feel the weight of hundreds of these layers above you.”
― David Vann, quote from Aquarium
“The way you begin your day sets the stage for the rest of your day.”
― quote from Grace, Not Perfection: Embracing Simplicity, Celebrating Joy
“She was indeed the perfect package on the surface…but below it, I sensed she was so much more. Messy and passionate and raw and creative—a cyclone forced into an eggshell.”
― Sierra Simone, quote from Priest
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