M. L. Stedman Quotes

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That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

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You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

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Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.

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You don't think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.

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Right and wrong can be like bloody snakes: so tangled up that you can't tell which is which until you've shot 'em both, and then it's too late.

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There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.

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When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.

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Humans withdraw to their homes, and surrender the night to the creatures that own it: the crickets, the owls, the snakes. A world that hasn't changed for hundreds of thousands of years wakes up, and carries on as if the daylight and the humans and the changes to the landscape have all been an illusion.

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Once a child gets into your heart, there's no right or wrong about it.

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It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

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The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.

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Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.

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To have any kind of a future you've got to give up hope of ever changing your past.

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Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.

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When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

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Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.

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