Why are heroes always made from tears and blood? Even in reality, and not just the fiction I love, we know that greatness often comes from the small, the poor, the despised, or the weak.
And then yesterday, I was reminded: of course! God is with the broken-hearted. (:
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A heady experience, for an only child accustomed to single-thread happiness, and not to the moment of creation that occurs when the warp is interlocked with the weft. When the singer is matched with the sounding-board; the dream with the poet. When the sun and the fountain first meet one another.
- Checkmate, Dorothy Dunnett
I've been reading reviews, trying to relive my first read.
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