You have to carry the fire. I don’t know how to. Yes, you do. Is the fire real? The fire? Yes it is. Where is it? I don’t know where it is. Yes you do. It’s inside you. It always was there. I can see it.

It’s not what happens to you that counts, but how you handle it. It’s not how far you fall, but how well you bounce.

If you believe in something, stand behind it, even if you stand alone.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Crying doesn’t indicate that you’re weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you’re alive.

Never give up. When your heart becomes tired, just walk with your legs – but move on.