...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

Markus Zusak
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
About This Quote

The writer of this quote is suggesting that there are many things in life that are unpleasant, but life’s experiences are worth it in the end. No one can leave behind a happy life without having lived through pain and suffering. There is no way to fail to experience the things we fear and we must learn how to cope with them. If we can't, we will never know how we would react if we were faced with the same situation again and again and again and again.

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