Khlood

“Like dying cells of beatless hearts I'm cold
I wasted years in promised lands they sold”
― Isbelle Razors, Reflective Dogma

“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.”
― Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge

“When swimming into a dark tunnel,there arrives a point of no return when you no longer have enough breath to double back.your choice is to swim forward into the unknown....and pray for an exit”
― Dan Brown, Inferno

“A few years turned into more years, and more years turned into all years. Years have a habit of behaving like that.”
― Fredrik Backman, Britt-Marie Was Here