Seeing the door of a room and stopping, this is probably not such a good idea.


I stopped in my tracks as I saw that door. Entering the room no longer seemed like such a good idea.


It is prudent to not block a doorway or means of access.

After eyeing every member of the room, realising you know nothing about any of them.


Daily, we would spend hours looking each other up and down and every time I'd be struck by how little I knew the people I called cellmates.


It seems that noone in this room is known to me. What a shame.

Even though they are all your relations, relations of yours, you're probably no better than any of them.


Family or no family, we're all as bad as each other.


I look down on my extended family but, nonetheless, I do not perceive myself to be necessarily more worthy than any of them.

After a while a fondness has grown, even though you know it can only be a finite relationship.

My feelings for her are impossible to deny, but there's only ever going to be one outcome - tears.

I liked him, but knew I would not know him for long.