You don't think i can fight." tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery gaze with her own. "because i'm a girl." "i don't think you can fight because you're wearing a wedding dress", said jem. "for what it's worth, i don't think will could fight in that dress either." "perhaps not," said will, who had ears like a bat'a. "but i would make a radiant bride.
If you muster that courage to stand under fire and not go down, you will amass an inner strength that no one can touch. you won’t be another faceless, nameless, forgotten human in a long historical line of the defeated. you will be a steeled warrior, and a force to be forever reckoned with. and beneath the pain that lingers, you will have the comfort of knowing that you are strongest of all. that when others caved and broke, you kept fighting even against hopeless odds. - caleb
That's always been in my mind my metaphor for a team working really hard on something they're passionate about. it's that through the team, through that group of incredibly talented people bumping up against each other, having arguments, having fights sometimes, making some noise, and working together they polish each other and they polish the ideas, and what comes out are these really beautiful stones.
What is it that strikes a spark of humor from a man? It is the effort to throw off, to fight back the burden of grief that is laid on each one of us. In youth we don't feel it, but as we grow to manhood we find the burden on our shoulders. Humor? It is nature's effort to harmonize conditions. The further the pendulum swings out over woe the further it is bound to swing back over mirth.
We shall go forward together. the road upwards is stony. there are upon our journey dark and dangerous valleys through which we have to make and fight our way. but it is sure and certain that if we persevere - and we shall persevere - we shall come through these dark and dangerous valleys into a sunlight broader and more genial and more lasting than mankind has ever known.