One of the ironies of courage and why we prize it so highly, is that we find it easier to be brave for somone else than we do for ourselves alone Truth is a bully we all pretend to like.
I dont know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it
Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny precious wisdom they give to us, even those dreaded and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.
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