37 Quotes by Moïra Fowley-Doyle

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

There’s great power in sharing stories. In connecting. In speaking truths.

There's this magical place,' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers...

Laurel, Ash, and Holly. If there had to be a collective noun for us, it would be a forest. A forest of teenage girls.

Three ciders deep, we swam between telling each other what our friendship meant, how much we loved each other, and comparing our taste in girls, despite me never having actually tasted one.

That night, everybody lost something.Not everybody noticed.

The first page said only SPELLBOOK OF THE LOST AND FOUND, like a title.You cannot read on with a title like that.

We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.

You won’t see us in the photographs. The history books. But the landscape remembers.