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her mother told her that she and her sister each had their own strengths. She said that Barbara’s were loud and Joan’s were quiet, but both were powerful in their own way.
Bravery is being unafraid of something other people are afraid of. Courage is being afraid, but strong enough to do it anyway.”
Admitting you were afraid always took more guts than pretending you weren’t. Being willing to make a mistake got you further than never trying. The world had decided that to be fallible was weak. But we are all fallible. The strong ones are the ones who accept it.
“Stop it. People don’t understand that men and women can be friends,”
She was overwhelmed with love for him. Love in the sense that she trusted him, and saw all the good in his heart, and cared about him and wanted only good things to ever happen to him.
“Have you ever been in love?” he asked. Joan could not look at him. “No, I don’t think so.” “Well, it’s like a bad cold: it’s miserable and then, one day, it’s gone.”
Everyone should be free to live their lives, love anyone they choose. I’ve got your back, Goodwin. Okay? That’s what I’m trying to say.”
“I’m just trying to tell you that I understand that you must have something going for you that I don’t have,” Lydia said. “Something I could learn from. I don’t know how to do that yet, but I do see it. I do see how great you two are. You have skills I am lacking. And I need to listen to you.”
And she didn’t want to feel like this could ever end, even though she understood that some love affairs did. Or, rather, that all of them did, eventually. Just the act of falling in love was to agree to a broken heart.
I have never had to bury or deny any parts of myself in order to make sense to you. What a gift it is, to be loved like that.

