A Story Untold Could Be The One

Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like Pewter Flung High In The Air.

I Loved My Parents... But That Can Never Change The Fact That My Father's Violence Ruined My Childhood.

I Learned That If I Could Read, I Could Cook. I Surprised Myself I Like It.

He Was One Of Those Rare Men Who Are Capable Of Being Fully In Love Only Once In Their Lives.

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Beauty In A Woman And It Is Often A Burden As Crippling As Homeliness And Far More Dangerous. It Takes Much Luck And Integrity To Survive The Gift Of Perfect Beauty, And Its Impermanence Is Its Most Cunning Betrayal.