I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

People don’t pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

Tarot is just stories on cards.

The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.