There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the sea. People would keep dying. It made no difference if Harold walked, or trembled, or stayed at home.
Rachel JoyceThere is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.
Rachel JoyceHe understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was also his journey to accept the strangeness of others.
Rachel JoyceHarold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.
Rachel JoyceHe understood that in walking to atone for the mistakes he had made, it was his journey to accept the strangeness of others. As a passerby, he was in a place where everything, not only the land, was open. People would feel free to talk, and he was free to listen. To carry a little of them as he went.
Rachel Joyce