#moonlit words

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War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

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Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.

G.K. Chesterton

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

Anais Nin

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The soul is healed by being with children.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect.

Margaret Mitchell

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They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever-tighter orbits, whose clear destiny is to coalesce at some point in space and time.

Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers