Worry is as useless as a handle on a snowball.
Life without the freedom of trust
imprisons us in the worst cell of all,
ourselves.
We are angels with only one wing,
and we can only fly embracing each other.
Everything works out in the end:
If it hasn't worked out,
it's not the end.
Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
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