“Then you came along and helped me believe in myself again.”
“I was so lost, didn't know what to do with myself, I was my own worst enemy, I was lost and oh I needed help, Then you came along, and saw what state I was in, You picked me up, when I was down, Showed me how to live again.”
“Help me to believe the truth about myself, no matter how beautiful it may be.”
“Even if I were not able to find my sword, the pilgrimage along the Road to Santiago was going to help me to find myself.”
“But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.”
“Can I help you up?”"No,” she said bitterly. “I prefer to drag myself along the hardwood floor.”"Bitch,” I said, squatting to help her up.”