“Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...”

“You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.”

“But say I could repent and could obtaineBy Act of Grace my former state: how soonwould higth recal high thoughts; how soon unsaywhat feign'd submission swore: ease would recantvows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement growwhere wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:which would but lead me to a worse relapseand heavier fall: so should I purchase cleaveshort intermission bought with double smart:This knows my punisher; therefore as farfrom granting here, as I from begging peace:All hope excluded thus, behold in steadof us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for his this World. So farewell Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear,Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost.”

“The view changes from where you are standing.Words can wound, and wounds can heal.All of these things are true.”

“There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.”

“Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.”