37 Quotes by Moïra Fowley-Doyle

I was afraid if I left I'd get lost in these woods. I was afraid I would never find my way back.

The spell was on the very fist page: a calling for the lost to be found.We wanted our diaries found. So Holly suggested we try it.At first it was like a recipe: gathering moss and branches, raiding our cupboards for olive oil, slipping saints medals out of our nanas' wallets, rooting through the Christmas boxes in the attic, looking for silver string. It was silly and secret and made us feel like kids making mud pies. None of us took it seriously, not even Holly.

I think that we all drown, in one way or another.

Do you think we carry them with us?’’ I asked. ‘’All the stories of the past?

It didn’t matter that times had changed. In our family, so many things remained the same.

Every first is a loss.

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season,To the river beneath us where we sink our souls,To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling,One more drink for the watery road.

If pain stayed on in places like this, maybe love did too.

Mary Ellen was also a woman of logic. But her logic dictated that if all evidence seemed to point to magic, then it would be unwise, logically to discount it.