Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.

Because in a small dark room, a broken child lies on a filthy bed and stares up at a high window. He waits for me, too. And I—I who have failed at everything and have failed everyone—I must not, I cannot, I will not fail him.

Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

I play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty.