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"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.

I had read other books by her and had been waiting for this one to be out. My eyes skimmed through the epigraph, and a cocky grin spread across my lips. It read: You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been struck by fucking lightning. Don’t you dare settle for fine. Closing the book, I sauntered towards Clinton, my smile still in place as. His head was slightly bent as he stared at the back of the book. “Having fun?” I asked, standing on tiptoes to take a look but he raised it up where my eyes couldn't see. “What are you hiding?”

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I muttered to myself, keeping the bottle back into the fridge. "All girls are bitches." His voice came. I guess I wasn't speaking to myself. I walked outside, sitting on the chair in front of his. "That's your personal quote, isn't it?" "Yep." He removed a book from the bag and placed it on the table, effectively shutting down the topic.

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

Three months later, the journey began. The first leg of The Fire We Share tour rolled out—not in luxury, but in purpose. Their white sprinter bus wasn’t glamorous, but it was home on wheels. Shelves lined with donated books. Warm golden lights overhead. And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.”

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."