My dear,
The bruises on our knees can teach us how to fall better, and eventually how to walk. The bruises on our hearts can teach us how to love better, and eventually how to love forever. The bruises on our pride can teach us how to destroy it, and, overtime, how to be as prideless as possible.
The pain of yesterday is the strength of today.
But only if we let it.
Falsely yours,
Paulo Coelho
