Best 4 quotes of Trinity Doyle on MyQuotes

His ghost burned into my memory. But now he has started to fade and the hole his absence created is swallowing me up all over again.

I am a bluebottle. I can sting like a bitch.

I'm not his sister anymore, I say and regret it as soon as I do.

I've found a connection in his music I've never felt before, and it keeps stabbing me in the heart.