“I remember my mother telling me earlier that we are nothing more than our stories. I look at the masses of dead… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“In the moment between my mother's death and her Return, I stop believing in God.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“She must face the forest of her mother’s past in order to save herself and the one she loves.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“As I stare at the blank page, I am at once awash inwords but unable to find the ones I want to use.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“I will always need you," I whisper. "All of this time I've waited for you. And you were never coming for me. Why did… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“You stay safe, You love. You survive. You laugh and cry and struggle and sometimes you fail and sometimes you succeed. You Push.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“It’s not always about tomorrow and the day after that—what we achieve over the years and how we leave the world. Sometimes it’s about… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“Always," I tell him. He catches his breath and I lean away until I can see his eyes. "I'm scared of losing my heart… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“Knowing that this is what it means to live. That this love, this need is what drives us to push and fight and build… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“The living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“We're the winners because we get to live. Because we get to survive. Despite the pain of this life, we get to feel.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“So many memories roll through me and I realize that this is who we are: memories and shared experiences. This is what ties us… — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
“She prays to God, but He's silent. She searches for guidance, but the forest only moans.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
