“Hate is easy, but love takes courage.”
“hate is easy. love takes courage. x3”
“Hate is... It's too easy. Love. Love takes courage.”
“Hate is...it's too easy," he says. His face calm, calmer than it has any right to be, his eyes not wavering from mine, like he's so completely sure of what he's saying. "Love. Love takes courage.”
“Perhaps people hate because it's more difficult to love. It also takes more courage to do the latter.”
“Courage is tricky, oily. Easy to drop, easy to misplace." "I thought that if you had courage you always had it.". . ."Lilah, nothing is always there. Not courage, not joy, not hate or hope or anything else. We find courage, lose it, sometimes misplace it for years, and sometimes live in its grace for a while.”