My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me. — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“It's too good, she is. She wants to find the good in others, and sometimes her way of finding that is to trust them,… — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become… — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“I will learn fifteen types of wind and know the weight of tomorrow's rain by the rustle in the sycamores.” — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“As soon as she says this, I realize she is just like everyone else, and wish I was back at home so that all… — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
I am in a spot where I can neither be what I always am nor turn into what I could be. — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“Many's the man lost much just because he missed a perfect opportunity to say nothing.” — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“Eventualities. A good woman can look far down the line and smell what is coming before a man even gets a sniff of it.” — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
“There are tears there but she is too proud to blink and let one fall. If she blinked, he would take her hand and… — Claire Keegan Copy Share Image
