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#1

“The eerie, still, darkness was flickered and slivered by small receding flames, and was wrapped in the brown smell of burned beans and tobacco smoke and human sweat, and Kit had the sense that he was somehow simply a spectator to another side of reality – observing, listening.”
― Marti Healy, Blinding the Moon

tags: reality

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#2

“The night around them had become thick with blue shadows and unnatural breezes, and the sounds of scavengers and lost things. There were scurrying movements and distant dogs barking, the shouts of faraway humans using indistinguishable words. It sounded like neither the city nor the country to Kit. It sounded like a long way from home.”
― Marti Healy, Blinding the Moon

tags: night-sounds

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#3

“The corridor was concrete-damp and shadow-dark. Even in the midst of the Texas summer heat, the halls of the prison could be chilled with trapped air that seemed years old, aching with stale sadness. It’s what Kit felt first – until the dank, wet cold lay heavily across his exposed neck and arms. It stank like men’s sweat from fear and unwashed garments. Kit was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of pending doom and violent grief. He heard the weeping behind him – turned and saw nothing, then vapor, then Chief Santana himself. It was like a water reflection or someone seen through fog. The footsteps then came; not as hard-soled shoes, but with the soft shuffling of old bare feet against cement floors. The vapor and cold dissipated as suddenly as they had come. And Kit suspected the ghost had come because of him – something to do with him. But exactly what eluded him.”
― Marti Healy, Blinding the Moon

tags: ghosts, native-american-ghosts

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#4

“Do you believe a place can have its own distinct rhythm? I do. Just as surely as the pulling of tides. Just as meaningful as a beating heart. And just as mysterious as the throaty purr of a well-stroked cat. I believe every place has its own unique rhythm. And I believe we are either in or out of sync with it.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

tags: in-sync-with-life, rhythm-of-life, small-towns

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#5

“It was approaching dusk. That time between late afternoon and early evening when most of us are adjusting our lights and clothing, appetites and mindsets, to make the transition from the end of the day to the beginning of the night. A time when both sun and moon can share the sky.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

tags: dusk, end-of-day, moon, sun, time-of-day

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#6

“He politely breathed up my nose. I had learned many years ago that this is the preferred greeting of most horses. They like to breathe up your nose. Especially when you’re first introduced. And then, to be polite, you must breathe back up theirs.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

tags: breath, breathe, greeting, horse, nose

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#7

“To the residents of this small southern town, the past is more than history, it is ancestry. It is a compilation of family stories, told and retold, from one generation to the next. It’s old brown photographs framed in silver on the piano. It’s grandmother’s dishes and the family home and ancient trees planted ages ago that still shade the porch and scrape the knees of children who climb them. It’s stables that have never been without horses and hay and Jack Russell Terriers. It’s gardens that have their roots in the 1800s and their fresh-cut blossoms on this evening’s dinner table. It’s an unbroken thread of memories and families and love. And the distinction between past and present often becomes blurred, the past sometimes superimposed over the present in a decidedly unique way.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

tags: family-stories, gardens, history, past-and-present, small-town, southern-town, southerners, stables

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#8

“By July, a damp Southern heat had settled down on the town like warm sweet syrup.”
― Marti Healy

tags: july, small-town-life, south, southern-heat, southern-summer, syrup

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#9

“Many of the town’s residents summered up North, along with their horses. Others took long, slow weekends at the beach or on the lake or in the mountains, in family homes built by their great grandparents and passed through the generations like prized silver. The rest of us simply tempered our pace and entered into the peace that floated around us on the breeze of a slow-moving fan.”
― Marti Healy, The Rhythm of Selby

tags: beach, family-homes, lakes, mountains, pace-of-life, slow-fans, southern-summer

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#10

“Cian, the ancient one, looked upon the spirit that was crouched and shimmering before him. The moon slid peacefully across the bay and came to rest under his outstretched feet. He sat absolutely still and listened fondly to the voices of the forest that whispered and sang all around him.

“Tell me the dream,” he said at last to the spirit.

“The dream is of a new daughter among us,” she replied. “She is surrounded in secrets, unseen by most; a mystical one in her own right.”

Cian nodded and smiled and sighed into the wind. “Yes. I, too, have seen the vision. A secret child is coming.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

tags: dream, fairies-faeries, forest, moon, mystical-experience, the-secret-child

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#11

“The geese were quick to enjoy themselves, once the sense of alarm had subsided and the spirit of fun took hold. Geese, Marika learned, are typically a serious lot; but after being brought into the game, they become quite committed and surprisingly sportsman-like.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

tags: fairies-faeries, fun, games, geese, sportsmanship

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#12

“Many of the trees and bushes put their finery away for the season and slept in their plain brown skins until the spring warmth would wake them again, and coax out their colors and cooling shade.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

tags: fairies-faeries, nature, spring, trees, winter, wintering

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#13

“The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

tags: fairies-faeries, shadows, silhouettes, slippers, sunset

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#14

“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
― Emery Allen

tags: coincidence, fate, serendipity, strange, universe

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#15

“Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.”
― Emery Allen

tags: inspirational, life-lessons, life-quotes, quotes-to-live-by

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#16

“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.”
― Emery Allen

tags: love, soul, soulmates, star

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#17

“You don't need another Human Being to make your life complete, but let's be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn't see them as disasters In your soul, but cracks to put their love into, Is the most calming thing In this World.”
― Emery Allen

tags: beauty-and-sadness, disaster, healing, love, soul, wounds

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#18

“I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.”
― Emery Allen

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#19

“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”
― Emery Allen

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#20

“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

tags: bees, bradbury, summer

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#21

“...The world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.”
― Sue Monk Kidd

tags: bees, life, world

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#22

“Our hands have held the life of every atom, and our eyes read the stories, of each soul. Our mouths have spoken words, as old as speaking, and our feet have walked through the centuries of old. Our essence has embraced so many others, from the bumbling bees, to the comets in the skies. Star dust, is the stuff, of which we’re made of, and there ain’t enough words around, to describe.”
― Hendrith Smith, The Wealth Reference Guide: An American Classic

tags: atoms, bees, comets, eternity, poems-on-life-hendrith-smith

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#23

“I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.”
― Charles Dickens

tags: babies, baby

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#24

“On occasion, it occurs to adults that they are allowed to do all the things that being a child prevented them from doing. But those desires change when you're not looking. There was a time when your favorite color transferred from purple to blue to whatever shade it is when you realize having a favorite color is a trite personality crutch, an unstable cultivation of quirk and a possible cry for help. You just don't notice the time of your own metamorphosis. Until you do. Every once in a while time dissolves and you remember what you liked as a kid. You jump on your hotel bed, order dessert first, decide to put every piece of jewelry you own on your body and leave the house. Why? Because you can. Because you're the boss. Because . . . Ooooh. Shiny. ”
― Sloane Crosley, How Did You Get This Number: Essays

tags: adulthood, growing-up

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