Nora Doyle > Quotes

“Oh dear, romanticize your life, make it a quiet rebellion.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“Moon drunk, half asleep. Summer ends, and so do dreams- may they rest in peace. Stars align, and down they blink. Howl your melancholic question to the sky and tell me- which do you dread more, the echo or the answer, dear?”
― Nora Doyle, Starry is the Night

“No muscle is strong like the soul.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“Is it not a wonder? To care. I call it magic and it's contagious.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“I sought a reason in a garden in full bloom, and realized I had it with me all along- when autumn came.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“I seduce myself with hope.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“It's autumn. The trees look like a copper blanket, their plot-like leaves never stop falling- just like my heart does for you.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“My journal is full and my dreams got bigger.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“Anything you say can and will be held against you- so let your tongue bear only the sweetness of my name.”
― Nora Doyle, Starry is the Night

“No scythe could cut me deeper than you have, my dear life. Death waits kindly beneath the yew, but you grow beside me, and cause way more harm.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“I don't always understand love, but I'm always so full of it.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“To hope- oh, that is the greater terror.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“The heart was never made to feel just one season.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“In my defence, the moon was full and I was left alone with my thoughts.”
― Nora Doyle, Starry is the Night

“I talk to the moon more often than men.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“My heart was a secret garden and many tried to unlock its door, but he, oh- he climbed the walls to get in.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox

“Poetry won't cure my grief, but it helps.”
― Nora Doyle, The loneliness of the Fox