The Truth Is A Bully We All

You Can Never Tell What People Have Inside Them Until You Start Taking It Away, One Hope At A Time

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.

Suffering Is How We Test Our Love Especially Our Love For God.

Every Virtuous Act Has Some Dark Secret In Its Heart; Every Risk We Take Contains A Mystery That Can’t Be Solved.

When The Wish And The Fear Are Exactly The Same, We Call The Dream A Nightmare.