Glen DuncanYou can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.
About This Quote
You can’t live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it. This quote teaches us that we were created to experience the world and enjoy ourselves. We should not be waiting around for a future event to make us happy. Instead, we should appreciate our time here and do whatever makes us feel most alive. It also implies that you can’t live with the thought of something forever without wanting it.
Source: The Last Werewolf
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