From The Secret Life of Bees:
"I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?"
"And when you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enoguh for a human life. Not just to love--but to persist in love."
"The four of them lined up beside us, clutching their pocketbooks up against their bodies like they might have to use them to beat the living hell out of somebody."
"I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up and forgive us again."
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