“But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides,' she said. 'It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.”

“. . . happiness grows at our own firesides, . . . . It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.”

“Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens. ”

“Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.”

“Cassandra's grandmother smiled then, only it wasn't a happy smile. Cassandra thought she knew how it felt to smile like that. She often did so herself when her mother promised her something she really wanted but knew might not happen.”

“She was the sort of person who needed to be kept happy, he realized. Not as a matter of selfish expectation, but as a simple fact of design; like a piano or a harp, she'd been made to function best at a certain tuning.”

“The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden”