He found himself looking into many faces for potentional love, and seeing many people as shining vessels of possibility. Perhaps this time there would be that indefinable something that sent hungry hearts roving, longing and searching for something, they knew… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
because the past was always around her and might return at any time. It prowled the world searching for her, and she knew it was growing angrier at every passing day. — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
