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“When love dries in a marriage, the children become mortar for the bricks. When the children leave, the bricks just sit atop each other. When the children die, the bricks tumble.”
― Mitch Albom, First Phone Call from Heaven

“It is a great thing to be young and to live without pain. And yet it is a blessing few of us count until we lose it.”
― Geraldine Brooks, Year of Wonders

“But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“What is false about hope?”
― Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven