Sometime, It's easier to love someone with flaws you can forgive in return for them forgiving yours.

Running ain't no bad thing. Leastways if you run in the right direction.

In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend

I think maybe we die every day. Maybe we're born new each dawn, a little changed, a little further on our own road. When enough days stand between you and the person you were, you're strangers. Maybe that's what growing up is. Maybe I have grown up.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.

And when pain bites, men bargain. Boys too. We twist and turn, we plead and beg, we offer our tormentors what he wants so that the hurting will stop. And when there is no torturer to placate, no hooded man with hot irons and tongs, just a burn you can't escape, we bargain with God, or ourselves, depending on the size of our egos.