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It seems to me that we can’t explain all the truly awful things in the world like war and murder and brain tumors, and we can’t fix these things, so we look at the frightening things that are closer to us and we magnify them until they burst open. Inside is something that we can manage, something that isn’t as awful as it had a first seemed. It is a relief to discover that although there might be axe murderers and kidnappers in the world, most people seem a lot like us: sometimes afraid and sometimes brave, sometimes cruel and sometimes kind

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What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones

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Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

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You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair

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Sal Gramp Gram