Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.
Once she'd been a victim- helpless, used, and broken. Now, she was a warrior.
Not everything you wanted, deep inside, worked out.
Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.
...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.
Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.