Tashfia

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“A lethargy took over and I just wanted to sleep the time away. I stared listlessly at the ceiling, trying to remember the last time I'd felt normal, just carefree and happy. It should have frightened me but instead, I felt an intense longing to close my eyes and never open them again. It was so much easier this way. I felt nothing, no pain or yearning.”
― Sabina Khan, The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali

“It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place. You hoped to know Ellington Feint forever, but there's no such thing as forever, really. Everything is much shorter than that.”
― Lemony Snicket, Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?

“They did not hop, even though the man had asked them to "hop in," because hopping is something done in the cheerful moments of one's life. A plumber might hop, for instance, if she finally fixed a particularly difficult leak in someone's shower. A sculptor would hop if his sculpture of four basset hounds playing cards was finally finished. And I would hop like nobody has ever hopped before, if I could somehow go back to that terrible Thursday, and stop Beatrice from attending that afternoon tea where she met Esmé Squalor for the first time.
But Violet, Klaus and Sunny did not hop, because they were not plumbers fixing leaks, or sculptors finishing works of art, or authors magically erasing a series of unfortunate events.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Hostile Hospital