“The moment you try so hard to forget becomes your sharpest memory.-Tara”

“Sometimes one act of bravery is better than a life lived as a coward.-Mukta”

“The truth remains quiet inside us,floundering like a battered bird,desperately wanting to spread itswings and fly away.-TARA”

“It took me most of my childhood to realize that traditions have infinite power over us.-MUKTA”

“I wonder if every girl yearns for her fathers love,almost like waiting to catch the moon hiding in the treesbeautiful, yet so eternally elusive.-MUKTA”

“Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway TARA”

“Bah! You want to hear the vilest thing a mans done and you want him to be a hero at the same time!”

“There comes a hush between darkness and day.Like expectation of a caress.A murmur of silence. Tree crests peeked down at Paulette through slowly lifting fog. Bark felt around for its texture again....”

“Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you”

“Crap. I was hopin all things ugly had been raptured, but youre still muckin up the planet.We must share the same faith, honey. Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.”

“Sometimes in the winter, when the fog rolled in and silenced the waves, it felt as if death had its fingers around my neck. Fingers like frostbitten twigs that made me ache inside.”

“Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yes...”

“Maybe its something to do with the movements: the Cat and then the Cow, the twist to the left and then to the right, the reaching up, and then bending to the ground, the constant training of the bo...”

“Maybe it’s something to do with the movements: the Cat and then the Cow, the twist to the left and then to the right, the reaching up, and then bending to the ground, the constant training of the b...”