Luck Never Gives; It Lends.

Love Is Like War; Easy To Begin, Hard To End.

Lena Knew She Had Spent Too Much Of Her Life In A State Of Passive Dread, Just Waiting For Something Bad To Happen. In A Life Like That, Relief Was As Close As You Got To Happiness.

But It Was Smell That Carried Memory.

There Was Love Expressed In The Places You Usually Forget To Look.

You Remember What Is Lost, And You Forget What's Right In Front Of You.