Character: Ben Payne (Ben Payne)

Getting lost with you is better than being alone.
Being lost with you is better than being found and alone.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones", as sung in the children's song... But if you want to put someone on a really deep wound, use words.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but if you want to hurt someone... way down deep, use words.

Every minute we wait will turn into an hour. It always happens when waiting for someone. The minutes grow into hours, the hours into days, days into lifetimes.
And every minute that passed would feel like an hour. Waiting for somebody does that. It turns minutes to hours, hours to days, and days to several lifetimes.

A difficult situation is an opportunity to verify that we truly appreciate.
It's amazing what we value when we're at our lowest.

I learned to mentally count the seconds, to save power and acceleration. That's what makes a person fear!
I learned how to run within myself, monitoring and gauging output and speed. Fear does that.

Medicine and climbing have taught me that bad circumstances can not pile, have to deal with each individually.
One of the things I've learned both in medicine and climbing mountains is that you attack one crisis at a time.

Laughter is the best medicine.
Laughter can heal the hurt places.

To live - means to move the feet: step, two, three.
Putting one foot in front of the other.

I have three mania: running, mountain views, hot strong coffee. Manias the order is arbitrary.
I have three addictions. Running. Mountains. And good hot coffee. And not necessarily in that order.

Humor is her way of defeating pain. I have met such people. Usually buried in their past some emotional trauma which they disguise with humor or sarcasm. It helps them to escape.
She used humor to ward off the pain. I'd seen other people do it. Usually something in their past had wounded them emotionally, and so they used humor or sarcasm to mask it. Take their mind off it.

He is the embodiment of the Napoleon complex in animals, if this only happens! He looks angry bullmastiff, who was stuffed into a body the size of a loaf of bread. With him at least draw the poster: "It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of fight in the dog".
If ever an animal had a Napoleon complex, it's him. He's got the attitude of an angry bullmastiff shoved into a package the size of a loaf of bread. He's the poster dog for 'it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.

To live with a broken heart is to live half-dead, but it is not the same as to be half alive. Half-dead is half dead. It is not life.
This... living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And... that's no way to live.

Even in the most desperate situations, we have to find a way out. Every day we play chess. Our enemy is evil. Most often we win. Although, sometimes that is not. And all this for one word. Hope! She glimmers in us. She is our fuel.
We have to look at very bad situations and find ways to make them better. Every day is a chess match. Us against evil. Most days we win. Some days we don't. And we do all of this because of one word. Hope. It circulates in our veins. It's what fuels us.