"We love against the night, burning like stars against the darkness of bread and circuses."
"Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music."
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Source: David Platt (2013). “Follow Me: A Call to Die. A Call to Live.”, p.11, Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
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