“ Time limits tend to turn everything predictable and mundane into a novelty. ”
There was a certain untamed energy about the west of Ireland – full of tragedy and struggle, sown with the flesh of the departed.
~ Rhian J. Martin
What a man loves may be his ruin, but what a man ruins he can never truly love.
She supposed this was the real definition of a mother – a woman who willingly allows her heart to break over and over again for her children.
The benefit of carrying the entire world on your shoulders was that you didn’t have to stare it in the face.
