"Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they."

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May the peace of God be with you," she says, her voice low, "even in the midst of trouble." "Why would it?" I say softly, so no one else can hear. "After all I've done..." "It isn't about you," she says. "It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

— Veronica Roth