Rhian J. Martin Quotes
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.
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.
Traveling, she realized, was like a slow dismemberment of the body. It plucked the heart out of her and split it into pieces, leaving a bit behind wherever she went, never to be whole again.
Are guilt and regret not messages from inside of us, letting us know that our moral compasses have been recalibrated and are pointing in the right direction?
Such was the cyclical nature of Galway life: finding tragedy in the simple things and simplicity in the tragic things.
