Quotes by Moira Young

Dont give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, dyou unnerstand, never. No matter what happens.I stare at him.I wont, I says. I aint no quitter, Pa.Thats my girl.

Ever heard of the rule of three? he shouts as we run.No!If you save somebodys life three times, their life belongs to you. You saved my life today, that makes once. Save it twice more an Im all yers.

Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an Ill cut you in fer half the business here.

Wisdom aint a virtue I ever aspired to.

I aint never seen a creature like that before, she says. Hes so smart, hes-More, like a person than a bird? I says.Yeah, she says. Thats it.Whatever you do, I says, dont tell him that. Ill never hear the end of it.

Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.

There are some people, she says, not many, who have within them the power to change things. The courage to act in the service of somethin greater than themselves.

Lugh goes first always first an I follow on behind. An thats fine. Thats right. Thats how its meant to be.

I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born.

This might not mean much to you right now, but fer what its worth, Ill tell you. Maybe I know bettern most. Life aint black an white. People aint neether. Family, friends, lovers. Its all a lot more complicated. The longer I live, the more I see, the less I know fer sure. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. So dry yer tears. Whoever he is, he wont be cryin over you. Men never do. Thats the one thing I do know fer sure. Now, muck up them boots a bit.

Theres some wounds that run too deep to be seen. Theyre the most dangerous.

Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didnt think it outright but...maybe the truth is, I didnt--I dont--much care one way or thother.

I laugh. Yer crazy, I says.I was fine till I met you, he says.

The masks back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.

You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what itud be like to kiss you.

How can you make light of it? I says. What should I do? She says. Cry fer the rest of my life? Molly of the Many Sorrows?...You got battle scars. This is mine, she says. You know what it tells me? Im a survivor.

But tears dont bring back the dead. I learned that.

Sometimes the strong give birth to the weak. An sometimes the weak grow to be strong

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.