Hello all!
After reading so many wonderful stories i think i have the idea for writing my own. so i hope you enjoy and sometime in the future there will defently be more than one story. i think...

some of my favorite quotes of all times:

1. "But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perversencess of fourty surrounding families cannont prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way." Jane Austen

2. "To accomplish great things, we must mot only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe." Anatole France

3. "Change has a considerable psychological impact on the human mind. To ther frarful it is threating because it means that things may get worse. To the hopeful it is encouraging because things may get better. To the confident it is inspiring because the challange exists to make things better." King Whitney Jr.

4. "Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length." Robert Frost

5. "Hope is a waking dream." Aristotle

6. "Time crumbles things; everything grows ole under the power of time and is forgotten through the lapse of time." Aristotle

7. "Traveling is not just seeing the new; it is also leaving behind. Not just opening doors; also closing them behind you, never to return. But the place you have left forever is alwaysthere for you to see whenever you shut your eyes. And the cities you see most clearly at night are the cities you have left and will never see again." Jan Myrdal

Then of course the inspiraton for my name, my favorite poem from Charlotte Bronte:

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in sikence sealed;
The thoughts' the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed,
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Rast may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The talke of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
It woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And. while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impluse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.