Kristina McMorris

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It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Love You
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The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Sad
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In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Earth
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When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Mom
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Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Loss
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Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Life Is Too Short
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Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.
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Collection: Memories
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Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Prayer
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Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly it's meant wherever Charlie and I were together. Now, though, it's you. It's your letters, your words. They're the place I go to with my fears, where I find comfort, where I feel safe.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Uncles
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The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.
- Kristina McMorris
Collection: Peace