D.E. Haggerty

“I stop and look back
All I see is black
I push the dark aside
And there you are
Holding my hand
Catching me when I stumble
Oh how do I get the dark to retreat?
And find my way back to you?
And who I was before”
― D.E. Haggerty, Unforeseen Consequences

“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost

“Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.”
― Walter Scott, The Heart of Mid-Lothian

“There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.”
― Ray Bradbury