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Let it go. Something beautiful wants to grow in its place.

“I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.”

“In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.”

“It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.”

“The minute you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long.”

“Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.”

“What is sinister is that the conscious enemies of liberty are those to whom liberty ought to mean most. They do not see that any attack on intellectual liberty, and on the concept of objective truth, threatens in the long run every department of thought.”

“Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?”

Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.