Cool,” said Jack. Florence tucked Jack’s blanket tighter around him. “There, soldier. Warmer now?

What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree, and to obey?

Failure taught me,
How to face problems and overcome from them...
How to tackle problems and find the solution...
How to improvise our doubts and clear it...

Introvert is not the sign of rudness and attitude, its just that  they don't like to interact with people much.

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