At life's most significant moments, we are always alone

No one knew where wandering men had their homes or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who knew his father and mother?

If honor and wisdom and happiness are not for me, let them be for others. Let heaven exist, though my place be in hell. Let me be outraged and annihilated, but for one instant, in one being, let Your enormous Library be justified.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner’s loss.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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