Make a million mistakes
But
Not for the same knowledge

I thought it was all over with me, and there was nothing to try for–only things to endure.

I am hurt...in ways you cannot see, and that I cannot explain, even to myself, but only know that they are there, and a part of me, as much as my hands and eyes and breath are a part of me.

Me percaté demasiado tarde de algo que ella ignoraba: aquel poder era una parte viva de su ser... pero me encontraba frío y desolado y ella era para mí como la gloria del sol... me lo bebí todo... sin dejarle nada

Written By Mike Mignola

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