Attacking or fleeing are part of the struggle; being paralysed by fear is not.
We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.
He manages to balance Rigor and Mercy.
When each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.
Sometimes I need to be a stranger to myself. Only then my soul can show me not what I want, but what I need to see.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.