11 Quotes by Emily Murdoch

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

I 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?

He had spoken in a whisper and she answered in one – though perhaps not how he had expected. “Do you not find it singular that people lower their voices when they enter a library? Almost as though they were churches, holy sites of treasures waiting to be discovered.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.

Funny how we can't hold onto time, even when it's strapped to our wrists

Happiness is free, Mama says, as sure as the blinkin' stars, the withered arms the trees throw down for our fires, the waterproofin' on our skin, and the tongues of wind curlin' the walnut leaves before slidin' down our ears.

I 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.

Music is a bridge, it connects folks on a higher level, saying what words can’t say.