Men of thoughtless actions are always surprised by consequences.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.