Siamo vulnerabili, non fragili, ma il nostro desiderio di attraversare la vita senza provare dolore ci fa sentire fragili.

The fact that pain is sometimes necessary to stay alive is something we accept much more easily when it comes to avoiding the death of our body than when it comes to avoiding the death of our soul.

There's no absolute scale of pain, there's no platinum-iridium pain meter preserved in some museum. There is no suffering that is great enough that we can be proud of as if it were a medal, or too small, that we should be ashamed, as if it were a whim.What devastates us is not what is happening around us but what is stirring within us and towards which we feel unprotected.

We do not have to do with others as "they really are" but with our idea of them.This means that the experience of loss occurs both when we really lose someone and when this someone, for whatever reason, no longer corresponds to the idea we had of him.It is an inner grief just as strong and from which we often defend ourselves, as long as we can, through denial.Denial ends when the energy needed to deny becomes superior to what it takes to process the loss and move on.

Sometimes we are more attached to the pain than the pain is attached to us.

We are vulnerable, not fragile, but our desire to go through life without feeling pain makes us feel fragile.

Why so many wounded people look for forgiveness from who has injured them?

If we were honest with ourselves we would know that what we fear is not to hurt others for fear of their suffering but for fear of the suffering that we ourselves would feel for this evil.