Mama says no matter how poor folks are, whether you’re a have, a have-not, or break your mama’s back on the cracks in between, the world gives away the best stuff on the cheap
Emily MurdochI answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful. So are unsaid words. So are unused weapons.
Emily MurdochIn a sea of trees turned into a sea of total strangers, familiar means everything.
Emily MurdochWherever you are, I'll be there. Remember?
Emily MurdochWe make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what we're given.
Emily MurdochI take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?
Emily MurdochStichwörter: pain hurt letting-go emotional
I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.
Emily MurdochStichwörter: words
My stomach squirms like worms (in a good way) just thinking about him. And I reckon when love's in short supply, you know it all the more when it finds you.
Emily MurdochStichwörter: love
My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.
Emily MurdochStichwörter: trauma
A book is a living, breathing thing. It spends the first chapters of its life curled up in the mind, symbiotic with its creator as it grows fat and round. And then the book is born.
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