“Finally, I say, “long dark hair, blue-violet eyes, slender, tall, she had a Liz Taylor in Black Beauty thing going on.” Reluctance sets in. Do I really want to put this together for him? “Like you,” he says. Pandora’s Box… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, some, irrevocably; its the endings were unprepared for. — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“You can't really hear heartbreak. It is remarkably silent but excruciating all the same.” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“He stands there, facing the largest windows, touching the glass with the open palm of his hands, feeling everything, but seeing nothing.” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“My smell stays with you? I ruined you …for what?” “Your smell keeps me going all the time. I’m in a clutch game or… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“You know what they say about air and water when it comes to fire, don’t you?” she asks. Now, I’m curious. She hasn’t spoken… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind.” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“She’s got this dreamy look going—her everything’s-right-with-the-world-why-isn’t-it-right-with-you-Tally? face. It’s such a carryover from high school that I almost laugh.” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“I stand still for a long time, holding the note, and let it all sink in. Her leaving is almost palpable like a gale-force… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“The pain is too much, the loss too great. There is no more before, and the after is too devastating. There isn’t enough of… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“Well, maybe, you should. Because frankly, Brock, you’re being a jerk and you know it.” “I’m blind. Why can’t you people see that?” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“Beautiful things are like that, extraordinary one minute, gone the next.” — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
