A man’s emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.
Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.
The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands oft do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
Ichigo… I hate the rain. Rain falls in this world, too. When your heart is in chaos, this sky becomes clouded. When you are sad, rain falls so terribly easy. Can you understand… the horror of being pelted by rain in this solitary world? If only to stop that rain, I shall lend you any strength. If you trust in me, I will let no rain fall in this world. Ichigo, trust me. You are not fighting alone.
I don’t think you ran away because you couldn’t handle death. I think it’s because you couldn’t handle feelings. You’re not like that anymore. You’re strong. You carry people. You carry me. You’re becoming a man in a way that your father never was.