Every Virtuous Act Is Inspired By A

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

At First, When We Truly Love Someone, Our Greatest Fear Is That The Loved One Will Stop Loving Us. What We Should Fear And Dread, Of Course, Is That We Won't Stop Loving Them, Even After They're Dead And Gone.

It's Forgiveness That Makes Us What We Are. Without Forgiveness, Our Species Would've Annihilated Itself In Endless Retributions. Without Forgiveness, There Would Be No History. Without That Hope, There Would Be No Art, For Every Work Of Art Is In Some Way An Act Of Forgiveness. Without That Dream, There Would Be No Love, For Every Act Of Love Is In Some Way A Promise To Forgive. We Live On Because We Can Love, And We Love Because We Can Forgive.

If You Could Be Happy, Really Happy, For Just A While, But You Knew From The Start That It Would End In Sadness, And Bring Pain Afterwards, Would You Choose To Have That Happiness Or Would You Avoid It?