{"quotes":[{"text":"Well, finally, once you become an orphan, you're an orphan till the day you die. I keep having the same dream. I'm seven years old and an orphan again. All alone, with no adults around to take care of me. It's evening, and the light is fading, and night is pressing in. It's always the same. In the dream I always go back to being seven years old. Software like that you can't exchange once it's contaminated.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["dream","orphan"],"id":8927,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"What the hell is that?' he asked.'Magic mushrooms.'I've always wanted to try those,' he exclaimed. 'They sound so cute.","author":"Heather O'Neill","tags":["addiction","addicts","drug-addiction","drugs","felix","foster-care","orphan","pg-85"],"id":15369,"author_id":"Heather+O%27Neill"},{"text":"Turn it beautiful. His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always with the insistence of an elder commanding wisdom. Turn it all to beauty. She walked to the rail. When she turned and sat upon it, she heard a sailor in the crowd murmur that she might play them a tune. She hoped he was right. She needed the voices to be wrong. Fin raised the instrument to the cleft of her neck and closed her eyes. She emptied her mind and let herself be carried back to her earliest memory, the first pain she ever knew: the knowledge that her parents didn’t want her. The despair of rejection coursed through her. It fathered a knot of questions that bound her, enveloped her. Waves of uncertainty and frailty shook her to the bones. Her body quivered with anger and hopelessness. She reeled on the edge of a precipice. She wanted to scream or to throw her fists but she held it inside; she struggled to control it. She fought to subjugate her pain, but it grew. It welled up; it filled her mind. When she could hold it no more, exhausted by defiance and wearied by years of pretending not to care, Bartimaeus’s words surrounded her. Got to turn it beautiful. She dropped her defenses. She let weakness fill her. She accepted it. And the abyss yawned. She tottered over the edge and fell. The forces at war within her raced down her arms and set something extraordinary in motion; they became melody and harmony: rapturous, golden. Her fingers coaxed the long-silent fiddle to life. They danced across the strings without hesitation, molding beauty out of the miraculous combination of wood, vibration, and emotion. The music was so bright she felt she could see it. The poisonous voices were outsung. Notes raged out of her in a torrent. She had such music within her that her bones ached with it, the air around her trembled with it, her veins bled it. The men around fell still and silent. Some slipped to the deck and sat enraptured like children before a travelling bard.","author":"A.S. Peterson","tags":["abandonment","beauty","depression","despair","fiddle","music","orphan","pain","redemption","suffering"],"id":18365,"author_id":"A.S.+Peterson"},{"text":"While many of us give to the hungry orphan, we have forgotten to love her.","author":"Marquita Burke-DeJesus","tags":["hunger","love","orphan","poverty"],"id":35353,"author_id":"Marquita+Burke-DeJesus"},{"text":"Woe to the heart that has not loved in youth!","author":"Ivan Turgenev","tags":["affection","child","love","orphan"],"id":119482,"author_id":"Ivan+Turgenev"},{"text":"I thought back to Meg’s advice about Hemingway sentences—simple declarative statements that showed the truth and distilled the meaning. My first attempt at that had been cynical and messed up. I gave it a go again.Find one lost sheep.The angels rejoice.","author":"Laura Anderson Kurk","tags":["angels","college","cynicism","dating","faith","glass-girl","hemingway","high-school","laura-anderson-kurk","long-distance-relationship","love","nicaragua","orphan","orphanage","perfect-glass","religion","teen-fiction","teen-literature","wyoming","ya","young-adult-fiction"],"id":157871,"author_id":"Laura+Anderson+Kurk"},{"text":"It’s a neighborhood where every dad has at least one job and where parents often end conversations with the words: no guts, no glory.","author":"Michael Jay","tags":["coming-of-age","detroit","orphan","true-story"],"id":192255,"author_id":"Michael+Jay"},{"text":"Destiny is not always preordained. Life is about making choices. Our lives are the sum of all the choices we make, the bridges we cross, and the ones we burn. Our souls cast long shadows over many people, even after we are gone. Fate, luck, and providence are the consequence of our freedom of choice, not the determinants. When justice is served by following our principles, making good decisions brings us inner peace.","author":"Judith Land","tags":["adopt","adopted-child-syndrome","adoptees","adoption","adoption-detective","adoption-reunions","adoption-search","adoption-stories","adoptive-parents","birth-father","birth-mother","foster-child","genealogical-bewilderment","memoir","orphan","parental-alienation","selective-mutism","social-worker"],"id":197328,"author_id":"Judith+Land"},{"text":"When you don't have something anymore, you learn to live without it.' That's what my dad told me that first night after he found me sleeping inside a closet underneath a pile of my mom's clothes. All the different smells of her were still there and the memories were alive even if she wasn't. I looked up into his face and wondered why would I ever want to learn to live without her? That felt like she really would be gone forever, and I wanted to limp on the broken piece of me so I could feel her there all the time.","author":"Alan Silberberg","tags":["broken","death","father-son-relationships","grief","loss","middle-school","mother-son-relationships","orphan"],"id":198346,"author_id":"Alan+Silberberg"},{"text":"Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose?","author":"John Wesley","tags":["caring","christianity","clothing","compassion","evangelism","faithfulness","fatherless","feed","finances","giving","help","hungry","money","naked","necessities","needs","orphan","possessions","sharing","stealing","stewardship","strangers","tithe","wants","widow"],"id":198644,"author_id":"John+Wesley"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":27,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}