The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.

Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.