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What excites us the most or likewise scares us the most is when something is exactly what it says it is. And when it comes to Christmas, we__e going to end up finding ourselves on one side of that line or the other.

Hope is the most exciting thing there is in life.

Intimacy with GOD is most exhilarating, most amazing, most exciting and most rewarding of all.

He grabbed me with both hands and began pushing me backward.I lost my balance. The ledge was at an angle, and it was covered with loose gravel. I was less than a foot from the edge.It was at that very moment that the clouds parted. The September sun burst through. The entire world was illuminated.Time shattered into moments.I could see for a hundred miles in every direction.I could see mountain peeks and pristine lakes. And I could somehow feel as well as see the never-ending drop that toyed with me, ruffling my hair, pulling at my back, one step behind me.

Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem.

It was always exciting, but it was also always dangerous. And fear takes a toll finally: when you live in danger from moment to moment, the constant tension becomes very wearying. Every step I took on the roads of Gelderland was nerve-wracking, because I was secretly carrying the very material that could turn out to be my own death warrant.

Would that we could choose the last image we see before death closes our eyes forever to this world.

Day must be an exciting friend, but night is a truthful one.

Books,' I say sleepily. 'They don't change either. If you read a book and look at it again later on, it's still the same thing. But it's exciting all over again.

There are just two directions in life, the one which is safe but boring, and the other which is delicate but exciting. Now ask yourself, which path will you go?

I guess I just don't get the point. It's like, why should you bother getting attached to anything if,A: It's never gonna last, andB: It hurts like hell when it's over?

They ended up at the Old Corner Bookstore, which Brian had read about in a tour guide to Boston. "Longfellow and Hawthorne and Oliver Wendell Holmes used to read here. Let's go in." Brian nudged the girls until they obeyed.It was a regular bookstore, less history-minded than Brian had expected. In fact, the local history shelves were quite mangeable. I'll buy one book, he thought. This will get me launched in actual reading. Out of the zillions of choices, I'll find one here.Brian picked out Paul Revere and the World He Lived In. It was thick and somehow exciting, with its chapter headings and scholarly notes and bibliography.

Winston and his sister walked for a time in silence, each in an invisible, vibrating pocket of excitement.

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