Her Little Flowers Quotes

“It was a happy day, and there was a lot to be said for short bursts of happiness. That happiness needed to be stored up to see them through the bad.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“Never silent, nature was a creeping murmur of thousands of creatures going about their lives of eat or be eaten.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“as fragile as a broken eggshell, she cradled the fractured memory in her mind, viewing it carefully from side to side for a crack she could delicately lever open more fully.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“Calm down, all of you,” said Mum. “He’s not here; there’s no need to get into a tizzy. The best thing is to keep busy.” And by degrees they all did calm, but it was a calmness which came from a shared proximity providing false security.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“A breathlessness entered the garden, for there was a solemnity in the bestowment of a flower, and all the girls stopped what they were doing and turned to Rosie. Even the manor leaned in expectantly so it, too, would be part of the private ceremony.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“A silent sob wracked her thin body as the walls she had built so carefully around herself started to crumble, swept away by a dam of overwhelming emotion.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“A lonely willow, stunted and dwarfed, wept over the tombs in earthly sorrow.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“Gloomy and unloved under a bruised sky; the surrounding trees didn’t so much shelter the tombstones as hunker over them like vultures over carrion.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“There was power in the knowledge of what lay hidden and deadly on the palest of nights.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“Death comes to us all eventually. It is the only true certainty in life”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers: Library Edition

“A burst of laughter was trapped in the sunlight that filtered through the closed window to dance on the sunrays with the dust motes.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers

“The copper pots on the walls of the vast kitchen, unchanged from a bygone era, gleamed in the moonlight, creating a mosaic of patterned light on the flagstones. The scratchy scent of dried rosemary and sage seemed to crinkle time as the girls waited, scarcely breathing. They listened to the house.”
― Shannon Morgan, Her Little Flowers