Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal: my strength lies solely in my tenacity.I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.