I've lived a life of unfinished things.

There’s nothing worse than not being wanted

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

The orb shone bright, but darkness had come to Eden and Carys didn’t know is there was any light that could chase this kind of darkness away.

We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.