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Dannie Weagel

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Dannie’s Quotes

“Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.”
― Kristin Cashore, Bitterblue

tags: history, ours, story

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“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

tags: mother, stories

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“Neville's a pleasant sort of standby when there's nothing more exciting on the go. A safe, attractive, reliable chap. He's respectful, never having tried to get her into bed which, if she was a better sort of person, she might appreciate.”
― Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man

tags: consequences, death, deceit, hidden-truths, historical-intrigue, intricate-plot, sacrifice, tension, uncertainty, world-war

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“he’d just fallen off a rock and got a little bit spifflicated in the ribs.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

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“Helen slowly became aware of an unnerving red light. She lifted her head and looked around. The glow bounced off the cold stone walls and intensified quickly. It filled her with thoughts of despair and hopelessness. She tried to shake them off.
You have what’s mine! Where is it? I want it!
Helen shuddered violently. She recalled the inner voice that urged
her to use the stone to keep Prince Harnak from dying. That voice was
comforting and encouraging. This voice was oppressive and angry and
beat on her relentlessly.
“No!” she muttered. “Go away. I have nothing for you or anyone
else, not even me.”
The red light flickered out. Only the numbing cold and her utter
isolation, cheerless companions, remained.”
― Candace L. Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal