The Virtue of Life

It is in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Ephesians 1:11

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

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I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle 

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Time is priceless, but it’s free. You can’t own it, you can use it. You can spend it. But you can’t keep it. Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.

The Time Traveler’s Wife 

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Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?”. “I shall be telling you all the time,” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do no fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader 

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As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon (The Angel’s Game)

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I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

Carols Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind 

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