Book: Ostrovityanka

I'm immune to minor trouble. It was instilled in me by my father, continued Jerry. - I ran to him and complained about their terrible misfortune cut your finger, the drawing is ruined, the pen broke, the puzzle does not add up - not whether the child tragedies in life. He had me sit close to him and quite seriously said, "I wish you that all your unhappiness in life were so."
And I learned to understand that all these little things sheer nonsense and thank the gods that my unhappiness just like that. It was an important lesson.
The second lesson he showed, when I had already grown up and fatally broke into a toy robot. To replace it was impossible, because I've taught him all sorts of pieces, and new robot will again be a fool. I was devastated.
Dad told me, "Learn not to dwell on irretrievably lost, and try to focus on what you have left. And yet - always try to wrap up the victory of defeat".

- ... We, the people, cannot be free from each other, and we are not equal by nature. We can't be brothers, because most of all take care of yourself still children enough of our heart. I just want to live in a world where there are no orphans and no one shoots back, and the mind is more valuable fists. I want a world where there are no superhumans, dictating his will, but each person has a real chance to earn their happiness. That's a lot?
- Enormously. And you seriously hope to win?
- Of course! Otherwise it is not even starting. We need to unite... the Future of anyone but us, the young, is not necessary. So we'll take it.

The birds left them alone and returned to the hide to grieve over the dead neighbors and at the same time to have dinner with them. Emotions should not interfere with appetite.

I'm not the bold, you are cowards.

She knew how to deal with their grief, but grief her antidote was not.