Be very very very gentle with yourself. The world is very very very hard on you

You can demand that I accept who you are, You cannot demand that I should like you too.

the battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down, if you said you'd rather love than fight.

Sometimes, we don't know that we are ready until someone tells us we are

The winner has a different memory and the loser has a different memory of the same event. Where then is the question of a shared memory? What is history? Where is the notion of a We? Unless, the victory has the grace to accept the loser into his moment of glory or the loser has the grace to accede the winner his moment of glory ?

No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within.