There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.

Mark Lawrence
There is something brittle in me that will break before...
There is something brittle in me that will break before...
There is something brittle in me that will break before...
There is something brittle in me that will break before...
About This Quote

In the quote, the author is saying that he is a person who doesn’t believe in bending. He will break before going to bend. He will break before he bends. He will break before he bends a little bit.

It’s not about how many times you bend, or how much you change. It’s about what you do when you get back up.

Source: King Of Thorns

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