Abandoned. The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light. It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled. Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears—a dying heart. Abandoned.

— Richelle E. Goodrich

A life that chooses not to grow is a life that died long before it ever lived.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, it's past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Aloha Yukon. It looked like your soul was escaping, so I put you in a tree.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Any work is always improvable, you cannot really finish the work, you can only abandon it out of tiredness or incompetence.

— Amit Kalantri

Because I am, just as you are you. We don’t always get to pick who we are, Shelly Wynn, but we can choose to celebrate it.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.

— Nathan Reese Maher

Common sense is one of the most unused commodities available to man.

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

Did Bach ever eat pancakes at midnight?

— Nathan Reese Maher

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamer of tomorrow and yesterday, since dream splay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?

— Nathan Reese Maher