Sometimes I look at people like one would look at a painting. I admire all the colors in the soul.
The road is narrow. He who wishes to travel it more easily must cast off all things and use the cross as his cane. In other words, he must be truly resolved to suffer willingly for the love of God in all things.
— St. John of the Cross
Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
— C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
I’m trying to figure out if nursing school has pushed me to the edge of sanity or if I was always there to begin with but never realized it until now.