Perdonare "Forgive Yourself)

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

Belief, hard work, love–you have those things, you can do anything.

Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.

Happiness in a tablet. This is our world. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions are spent to advertise such drugs. And billions are spent purchasing them. You don't even need a specific trauma, just 'general depression' is enough, or anxiety, as if sadness is as treatable as the common cold.

It's the thinking that gets you killed.