Best 5 quotes of Emily Murdoch on MyQuotes

Funny how we can't hold onto time, even when it's strapped to our wrists

Happiness is free, Mama says, as sure as the blinkin' stars, the withered arms the trees throw down for our fires, the waterproofin' on our skin, and the tongues of wind curlin' the walnut leaves before slidin' down our ears.

I take my hand back, like a leaf letting go. It hurts too much to hang on. So why does it hurt so much to let go?

My life's a tangle of past and present, like two separate puzzles with their pieces tumbled together. Nothing fits.

My sister don't talk much. When she does, it's only to me, in moth-winged whispers, and only when we're alone.