Meg RosoffTime erodes us all.
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Time is the great eroder of all things. It washes away our dreams, our hopes, our possibilities. It makes us old. Sometimes it erodes us so completely that we become nothing more than a pile of dust.
But... if we can rise up each time we are defeated, if we can renew ourselves with the strength of the dreamers who came before us, if we are willing to accept that sometimes defeat is inevitable, then time will not be able to defeat us.
Source: What I Was
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