meek

I'm like my cat. I run around in circles in my apartment, because the big bad outside is just too big. And scary. And outside. How do stray cats deal with all the stress of having no protection from all the air that__ going on around there, without anyone to guide and control it into timidity?

What a mess the world was in, Vimes reflected. Constable Visit had told him the meek would inherit it, and what had the poor devils done to deserve that?

Good and quiet do not connote weakness.

Beware ! Heart is too small to feel happy but soul is too big to take glory