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The weight of his losses finally too much to bear. But not before he has known the unforgiving light of the equator, a love that exists only in his imagination, and the enduring struggle to capture in words the infinite possibilities of a life not lived.

Anita Shreve

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Anita Shreve
Age: 71 †
Born: 1946
Born: October 7
Died: 2018
Died: March 29
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Dedham Massachusetts
Anita Hale Shreve
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Equator
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Finally
Unforgiving
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Light
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Possibilities
Love
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Life
Loss
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Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.
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Sometimes it seems to me that all of life is a struggle to contain the natural impulses of the body and spirit, and that what we call character represents only the degree to which we are successful in this endeavor.
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I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.
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I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.
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Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.
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But how do you ever know that you know a person?
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To ward off a feeling of failure, she joked that she could wallpaper her bathroom with rejection slips, which she chose not to see as messages to stop, but rather as tickets to the game.
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Sometimes I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.
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I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.
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Love is not simply the sum of sweet greetings and wrenching partings and kisses and embraces, but is made up more of the memory of what has happened and the imagining of what is to come.
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Sometimes, she thought, courage was simply a matter of putting one foot in front of another and not stopping.
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To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.
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I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.
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Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.
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That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.
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And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.
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If you're skating on thin ice, you might as well dance.
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A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go.
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I wonder this: If you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?
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I learned that night that love is never as ferocious as when you think it is going to leave you. We are not always allowed this knowledge, and so our love sometimes becomes retrospective.
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