Meredith: [opening voiceover] We all remember the bed time stories of our childhoods. The shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a prince, sleeping beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they lived happily ever after. Fairy tales, the stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairy tales don't come true. It's the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It's the nightmares that always seem to become reality. - The person that invented the phrase "Happily ever after" should have his ass kicked, so hard!!

Meredith: [closing voiceover] Once upon a time, happier ever after. The stories we tell are the stuff of dreams. Fairy tales don't come true. Reality is much stormier. Much murkier. Much scarier. Reality it’s so much more interesting than living happily ever after.

Season 5 Episode 1-2
Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Hope.
Beyond all reason, and against all logic we hope.
Beyond infinity and beyond the horizon of sanity, we hope.
We hope against all hope, and beyond all hope itself.
Maybe its because its the only thing we know how to do.
Or maybe because its the only thing we can do.
Maybe its this tiny-yet-monumenal thing that keeps us going.
Or maybe that's just an illusion.
Or maybe because at the end of the day, it's everything.

Jacob Black,
You take my breath away.
You leave me confused and flustered. And i dont know what to make of you.
You disappear without leaving any traces, and just when i've given up hope you reappear.
And for what?
That i dont know, and you wont tell.
So i sit here and wait.
Wait for you to come, and wait for you to go away.

I think about you

*sigh*

You're a million miles away.
But it seems like ur right here.
In the chatter of the trees,
And the whispering of the wind
You seem to be lost
Without me,
But it doesn't seem like you want to find your way back,
To me.
I'm scared to call you,
'Cause i don't know what the sound of your voice will do,
To me.
There is this unspoken silence that lies between us,
As vast as the seas that seperate us.
But the truth of the matter is that ur both near and far away.
But if you were really here,
With me,
You still woudn't be mine.

Change yet again.
We come back to college and we find out that our classroom is now bang opposite our old one. This time round when i look out of the window i see the railway tracks.
People going away, people coming back.
I see destinies changing, and i see luck changing hands. I see people boarding. I see people stepping down. I see the train changing tracks.
As the world continues to right itself again and again, i realise that i need to face my reality again and again.
That some truths will always remain bitter truths even if they are coated with sugar candy.
That some people are beyond change, even though every single minute, something, someone, somewhere is changing.

This picture does something to me. I dont know what but it just does something.