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Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
Alice Munro
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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
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The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
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I loved taking off. In my own house, I seemed to be often looking for a place to hide - sometimes from the children but more often from the jobs to be done and the phone ringing and the sociability of the neighborhood. I wanted to hide so that I could get busy at my real work, which was a sort of wooing of distant parts of myself.
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In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.
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It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading. The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.
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Love removes the world for you, and just as surely when it's going well as when it's going badly.
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