Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Survival requires a dose of madness__hat cynics call __oping against hope___ust like art does; you conjure your future from white space, locate the hidden person, yourself, against this unfamiliar background, peering through grief and loss at something greater. __urvivors are more urgently rooted in life than most of us,_ observed one Holocaust expert. __heir will to survive is one with the thrust of life itself, as stubborn as the upsurge of spring. A strange exultation fills [their] soul, a sense of being equal to the worst.
When You're Falling, Dive: Lessons in the Art of Living
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Survival requires a dose of madness__hat cynics call __oping against hope___ust like art does; you conjure your future from white space, locate the hidden person, yourself, against this unfamiliar background, peering through grief and loss at something greater. __urvivors are more urgently rooted in life than most of us,_ observed one Holocaust expert. __heir will to survive is one with the thrust of life itself, as stubborn as the upsurge of spring. A strange exultation fills [their] soul, a sense of being equal to the worst.
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