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I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life–and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through everypainful inch of it–no shortcuts and no anesthesia.Michele Bardsley
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What is life, " he asked the maiden, "without love? I would ratherhave this one night with you than another thousand years.Michele Bardsley
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The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.Michele Bardsley