There are two kinds of pain: the sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.
It’s so refreshing to work with someone who will throw a saddle on a gift horse rather than look it in the mouth.
We honor the dead for giving us the world we inherited. However, we must recognize we are doomed if we allow the dead to govern us.
There is no solace above or below. Only us. Small, solitary, striving, battling one another. I pray to myself, for myself.