The evening had turned sweet and blue.

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

What was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.