A History of Wild Places Quotes

“There is no history in a place until we make it, until you live a life worth remembering.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Silence can hold a thousand untold stories." (14)”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“No matter where you go, there are cracks in the plaster, nails coming loose, you just have to decide where you want to piece yourself back together.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I'd rather sit out here where it's quiet. Drink my coffee and read a book.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“There is no history in a place until we make it, until you live a life worth remembering. We have made a history here - some of it was more folklore than truth, more fear than anything else. But some of it was good. Some of it lives inside each of us, the history of this wild, wild, land....

I wonder if she will love this place as I do. If she will feel rooted here at birth. If she will look up at the stars and know, we're all just trying to find our way home.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“But when you become familiar with the dark, with slithering, rotting things, you forget the feeling of sunlight. You forget what you should miss.
And then there's no going back.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Maybe this is love, the things we endure for the other, the willingness to face death, to stare it down, and not be afraid.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“We all have something we’d like to forget, some broken piece of ourselves we’d like to bury in the grave of our minds,”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“She was a shadow. She was the cruel, howling thing that could be heard during a full moon. She was the monster who crept into other children's dreams. But this is how monsters are made: from innocent things.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Do not judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant,”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“My eyes are sore from crying, my lungs are sore from coughing, my knees are sore from kneeling, and my heart is sore from believing. If you are sore and tired, then come into these woods and sleep.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“A lie is a lie is a lie. It tastes the same when it leaves your throat, regardless of intent.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Just as broken.
No matter where you go, there are cracks in the plaster, nails coming loose, you just have to decide where you want to piece yourself back together. Where the ground feels sturdiest beneath your feet.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Redemption is somewhere out there in this dark, cold forest.
I just need to find it.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“There is an ocean that swells and heaves between my sister and me, a vast sea that neither one of us will cross. She prefers to remember the past, pick apart the moments from our childhood, while I keep it stuffed down where it won’t hurt me.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“...and I wonder if the things we keep from one another will break us apart. I wonder if the things we don’t say are worse than the lies we do. Like the illness, they will rot us from the inside out.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“We've always needed each other - as if we'd never be as strong alone as we were together.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“But right now, I only want to press myself close to him and let the sound of his heart drown out my thoughts.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“We all leave markers behind—dead or alive—vibrations that trail behind us through all the places we’ve been. And if”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“Perhaps there is no life that makes sense without her: my little sister who has always reminded me of the night sky, endless and beautiful, and chaotic. My sister the universe. My sister the anomaly.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I've often wondered if power does this to a man: unravels him slowly over time, doubt itching beneath his flesh until it's all that's left.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“The white farmhouse with its mockingbird-gray shutters and tall, crumbling chimney, looks like a ghost ship set adrift among a sea of shadowed summer grass.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I wonder if the things we don't say are worse than the lies we do”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I wonder if the things we don't say are worse than lies we do”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I crave things I've forgetten how to get. An old life, maybe. That's what it really is: a need for something I've lost long ago. A life that's good and decent and void of the bone-breaking pain that lives inside me now.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I don’t see anything,” she says now, keeping her hands on my face, as if to prove a point: that she isn’t afraid, that she doesn’t think the pox is inside me. Or that if it is, she will gladly catch it too—whatever happens to me, happens to her too. Maybe this is love, the things we endure for the other, the willingness to face death, to stare it down, and not be afraid.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“tears staining her cheekbones.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“I am comforted by the earth beneath me—the mass so much larger than my own body, a great revolving orb that I cling to.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“But as I skim the pages, I find my gaze softening, slowing down, reading every word as if I were starving for them.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“his words feel like cold spring water on sunburnt skin.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places