Quotes from Elizabeth Buchan

I dropped my head into my arms. I could hear the sea vibrating, the tiny hiss of displaced sand and the click of stones. If I lay still and quiet enough, I thought, I could melt into this elemental world of sun, water and wide, open horizon.

I feel so lucky at being able to do what I love. Writing has proved to be a fascinating journey – without maps and compass at times – but it is one where I am continually learning.

One can brood too much. Nostalgia can fuzz things up.

There is only so much discordance to which anyone can listen before the notes become unbearable and they tune it out.

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If you look closely enough, there are bloodstains.

Was it possible to find recompense, meaning, connection with others amidst the mess and the muddle ?