Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Literature is the mind’s greatest drug.
For someone to invest value in you; there must be no greater feeling. Whether it be their finite amount of time, their money they worked hard to earn, or even their mental sanity, to feel the weight of their expense at your feet, it really must be the most precious token to receive.