“They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves.”
“You string people along long enough, the string withers, then it breaks - Seamus”
“Everything you are used to, once done long enough, starts to seem natural, even though it might not be.”
“...it seems to me that life's moments don't have to be so right or not right anymore, so fraught and weighted with "valve", but just of themselves, what they are...”
“One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.”
“When the stakes are high, bow down low.”