“Grief is like cancer. It ebbs and flows within you. Then, it changes and transforms you. Forever. Grief. Cancer. Both force you to face your worst fear—death. Grief and cancer. Both undermine your optimism of life. You finally see the… — Katherine Owen Copy Share Image
“And, here’s what I know: I’m not drowning anymore. I can’t see my island; he’s gone forever from me now, but I’m standing on life’s shore again. I am here.” — 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
