I had no idea what time I’d left, how I’d gotten home, who’d been up here, and how long he, she, or they had stayed. Another night, added to the hundreds that had gone before, shrouded in mystery. Really, when… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“If I've made any "progress" it's that now I know I'll be an alcoholic till the day I die, and that is both my… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Christ-as always, the model-never sat back, crossed his arms, and dismissed the annoying, the troublesome, or the unpromising. He never name-called, never judged, never… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“Like the rest of the world, they seemed to have figured out something I didn't know - where they'd come from, where they were… — Heather King Copy Share Image
Prayer is like practicing the piano or ballet or writing: you have to bring your body for a very long time, in spite of… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“one of my biggest illusions was that other people were meant to assuage my anxiety by filling some lack that I was responsible for… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“I sincerely pity the poor man you marry. I doubt he’ll have a moment’s peace.” — Heather King Copy Share Image
“My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd… — Heather King Copy Share Image
I didn’t want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too. — Heather King Copy Share Image
There's nothing inherently interesting about being a drunk -- in fact, quite the contrary. — Heather King Copy Share Image
“We're called to speak to people to whom we often don't feel like speaking; to refrain from surrounding ourselves with people "just like us,"… — Heather King Copy Share Image
“I once heard a sober alcoholic say that drinking never made him happy, but it made him feel like he was going to be… — Heather King Copy Share Image
