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“Don’t fear pain and do not run from it but allow it to transform you to the person you were created to be.”

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“Companionship is truly about being loving – in the present continuous. It means being available, being present or just being a good listener. You may not really be able to solve your companion’s problems or be able to reduce their pain. But being there for them, being loving, is all that you need to do. Or, in some cases, if being left alone is what they want, respecting that need and staying away from them is also a way of being loving.”

“No matter what the chroniclers, the sages, and the poets tell you, all deaths are equal. To the dead, anyway. No matter what you die for-a cause, true love, yourself-people eventually forget that. Great causes fall apart, true loves find other true loves, and you eventually become the same bones and dust as everyone else. Pain, though... Pain is different. Not all pain is equal. I've taken hits from warlords charging at me on birdback that dragged me for twenty feet and walked them off with a stiff drink. I've been given four words in a dark room that made me go days without sleep, they cut me so deep. Pain is a weapon. And it all comes down to whoever's the one holding it when it sticks into you.”

“He fights, night after night, to peel my onion soul without caring about it. I never see his tears but his eyes burn as they fill with the putrid smell of my insecurity, anger, and pain. He loves me in glorious bouts of unreserve, swearing I'm all he thinks about and all he wants. Those precious moments are worth the hatred he seems to have for me in the hours and days that come between.”

“Posle vekova ropstva, četrdeset bombarovanja, ratova i čudovišnih političkih režima, podelâ koje nas i danas svrstavaju u „Nas” i „Njih”, nisam mogao da ne pomislim da nad Beogradom ne pada kiša, već samo suze, da mi ne znamo za prašinu, već samo za pepeo. Ko zna koliko puta sam poželeo da mi Beograd ne znači ništa, da mogu da pođem bilo gde, dalje od boli koju mi pričinjava što poreklo vučem odavde, a ne sa Jupitera, sa Neptuna. Ali, znao sam da bih bol pronašao bilo gde.”

“I'm realizing that if I am to cross the distance between near-death and renewal, instead of trying to bury my pain, I must use it as a guide to know myself better. In confronting my past, I have to reckon not only with the pain of losing other people but also with the pain I've caused others. I must keep seeking truths and teachers on these long, lonely stretches of highway even when--especially when--the search brings discomfort.”

“Every brittle, suppressed feeling I have erupts, splintering into a thousand shards that rupture my organs. I let my body go limp, and I crumple, curling up like a dying bug in the dirt. A low, raw keening hits my ears. It’s soft, barely audible, but it whines out of my throat with grating force. My nails dig into my forehead, then into my hair, as if I can dig my grief out by the roots. Lucky. Jaykob. Dom. Jasper. Beau. Dead.”