“I listen while my brothers-in-law and father talk college football, as always, the chatter loops around to Notre Dame, and will the Fighting Irish place in the polls this year. The number of the year may change, the children may get older, and we may add in a new baby or spouse here and there, but every autumn, and everything Thanksgiving, the talk turns to Notre Dame football and will they or won’t they.”
― Brava, Valentine
― Brava, Valentine
“The true hero is flawed. The true test of a champion is not whether he can triumph, but whether he can overcome obstacles- preferably of his own making- in order to triumph. A hero without a flaw is of no interest to an audience or to the universe, which after all, is based on conflict and opposition, the irresistible force meeting the unmovable object.”
― The Art of Racing in the Rain
― The Art of Racing in the Rain
“There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.
But sometimes it doesn't.
Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.
That is the sort of bravery I must have now.”
― Allegiant
But sometimes it doesn't.
Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.
That is the sort of bravery I must have now.”
― Allegiant
“He finally understood that God’s presence was everywhere, at all times, and was experienced by everyone at one time or another. It had been him in the workshop as he’d labored over the window with Jonah; it had been present in the weeks he’d spent with Ronnie. It was present here and now as his daughter played their song, the last song they would ever share. In retrospect, he wondered how he could have missed something so obvious.
God, he suddenly understood, was love in the purest form and in these last months with his children, he felt His touch as surely as he heard the music spilling from Ronnie’s hands.”
― The Last Song
God, he suddenly understood, was love in the purest form and in these last months with his children, he felt His touch as surely as he heard the music spilling from Ronnie’s hands.”
― The Last Song
“Everything crushed in on me at once. Sure made me feel better- don’t feel bad about crying. Ever.”
― The Maze Runner
― The Maze Runner
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