At the end of the day, we must go forward with hope and not backward by fear and division.

I'm not brave any more darling. I'm all broken. They've broken me.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

Even if he was ever afraid he knew that he could do it anyway.

You have to make it inside of yourself wherever you are.

We are stronger in our broken places.

In the snowstorm you came close to wild animals and they were not afraid. They travelled across country not knowing where they were and the deer stood sometimes in the lee of the cabin. In a snowstorm you rode up to a moose and he mistook your horse for another moose and trotted forward to meet you. In a snowstorm it always seemed, for a time, as though there were no enemies.

If the people show too much courage on this world, the society must choke them to break them - and by that, of course, kill them. The society breaks everyone, but after that many become stronger on that broken places. And those it cannot broke, it kills them.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one?

You saw fear and apprehension. The fear was made by what he had been through. The apprehension was for the possibility of evil he imagined.