Some people think it's holding on that makes one strong -- sometimes it's letting go.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares...
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter...
The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.
Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
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