courage – May It Be

Pain

Pain is what we carry upon our shoulders, love is being silent about the weight.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

The state of man, like to a little kingdom, suffers then the nature of an insurrection.

The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before.

Pain is meant to wake us up.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

It is a truth not universally acknowledged.

We, at the height, are ready to decline.

These storms are only trying to wash you clean.

There is sweet music here.