“In a sea of trees turned into a sea of total strangers, familiar means everything.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Happiness is a song that plays you when you share it with the people who matter the most” — Emily Murdoch Happiness Copy Share Image
“I don't tell him I couldn't have gorged if I'd tried, my stomach stuffed full of butterflies and grown-up worries.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“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 Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt… — Emily Murdoch Emotional Copy Share Image
“I know so many words. It's perplexing to come across so many I don't.” — Emily Murdoch Language Copy Share Image
“Funny how we can't hold onto time, even when it's strapped to our wrists” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.” — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold… — Emily Murdoch Anger Copy Share Image
“I answer her with my silence, understanding the full power of it for the first time. Words are weapons. Weapons are powerful.… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“A book is a living, breathing thing. It spends the first chapters of its life curled up in the mind, symbiotic with… — Emily Murdoch Book Copy Share Image
“When he looks at her, I can tell his eyes are locked on something in the past--something that seared deeply and left… — Emily Murdoch Scar Copy Share Image
“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… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Happiness is free, Mama says, as sure as the blinkin' stars, the withered arms the trees throw down for our fires, the… — Emily Murdoch Gratefulness Copy Share Image
“My stomach squirms like worms (in a good way) just thinking about him. And I reckon when love's in short supply, you… — Emily Murdoch Love Copy Share Image
“I focus on the endless treetops scrapin' the sunset into gooey colors, the birds trillin' and fussin' at our departure. I close… — Emily Murdoch Memories Copy Share Image
“He had spoken in a whisper and she answered in one – though perhaps not how he had expected. “Do you not… — Emily Murdoch Libraries Copy Share Image
“I hate her with the fury of gasoline set on fire. I burn for Jenessa, who deserves better than this, better than… — Emily Murdoch Hate Copy Share Image
“But it's the eyes that hold me captive, empty of concentric creek ripples and breezy tree branches playing the sky like my… — Emily Murdoch Copy Share Image
“We make attachments to what's familiar. We find the beauty, even in the lack. That's human. We make the best of what… — Emily Murdoch Attachments Copy Share Image
