Quotes by : Madeline Claire Franklin

How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?

A thing is only as great as the amount a person is willing to risk for it. If you are not willing to....

The unreality of the past weeks lifted like a fog, but its residue remained. All of the past is like....

But memories were fragile and not to be trusted. They were a weight that Faolin did not need to carry....