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Extrait ajouté par muze 2019-11-06T15:21:28+01:00

It has carried shouts of love, and it has dried tears to salt tracks on more faces than it can number.

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Extrait ajouté par sherphy 2019-03-23T02:55:35+01:00

People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense---Words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions,--- Words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.

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Extrait ajouté par Krow 2019-01-29T20:21:10+01:00

The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to the laundry stretched on lines between tenements, over dirty, broken streets where, even at this hour, hungry children scour the bins for food. The wind has existed forever. It has seen much in this country of dreams and soap ads, old horrors and bloodshed. It has played mute witness to its burning witches, and has walked along a Trail of Tears; it has seen the slave ships release their human cargo, blinking and afraid, into the ports, their only possession a grief they can never lose.

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Extrait ajouté par Krow 2019-01-29T20:20:16+01:00

People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:18:31+02:00

"There is a dualism inherent in democracy--opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes a great deal of energy."

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:17:48+02:00

"They kept the lie going, and the people loved it."

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:16:05+02:00

"She would be like all the others Ruta Badowski, in her broken dancing shoes. Tommy Duffy, still with the dirt of his last baseball game under his nails. Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)Gabriel Johnson, taken on the best day of his life. Or even Mary White, holding out for a future that never arrived. She d be like all those beautiful, shining boys marching off to war, rifles at their hips and promises on their lips to their best girls that they d be home in time for Christmas, the excitement of the game showing in their bright faces. They d come home men, heroes with adventures to tell about, how they d walloped the enemy and put the world right side up again, funneled it into neat lines of yes and no. Black and white. Right and wrong. Here and there. Us and them. Instead, they had died tangled in barbed wire in Flanders, hollowed by influenza along the Western Front, blown apart in no-man s-land, writhing in trenches with those smiles still in place, courtesy of the phosgene, chlorine, or mustard gas. Some had come home shell-shocked and blinking, hands shaking, mumbling to themselves, following orders in some private war still taking place in their minds. Or, like James, they d simply vanished, relegated to history books no one bothered to read, medals put in cupboards kept closed. Just a bunch of chess pieces moved about by unseen hands in a universe bored with itself."

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:13:29+02:00

"The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one," Dr. Poblocki said. "When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?"

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:12:43+02:00

"When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear."

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Extrait ajouté par Sindel 2021-05-26T13:11:49+02:00

"People tend to think that hate is the most dangerous emotion. But love is equally dangerous"

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