“isn't there a point at which the mind should be able to surrender on behalf of the heart? or check it in to an asylum, somewhere safe and locked, if the heart keeps refusing to see a landscape for what… — Heather Cochran Copy Share Image
“to an outsider, it might look like a harsh thing, like inaction of the worst sort or a purposeful forgetting, but when you're the… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“i think about those twists of fate, the strange run-ins that can alter everything in the blink of an eye, or the shift of… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“you feel things real strong, leanne, even if you pretend you don't. you're my girl that way. ” — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“i know they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. but sometimes, absence can also reveal the waning of once fond feelings. time… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“no, i don't, i told him. i'm not sure that it matters what you care about. maybe it's the caring itself that matters. ” — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“repotting means accepting that the way is forward, not back. it means realizing that we won't again fit into our old shells. but that's… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“listen, i appreciate the story. i get that he's a goody guy. but these audits are random. it's not personal. see, that's where you're… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“after a kiss you can find yourself in that deserted place where even if it's not leading to anything, you and the other person… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“you want to protect your children, she said. even when they're not children no longer, you still think you can, maybe, make things not… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“isn't there a point at which the mind should be able to surrender on behalf of the heart? or check it in to an… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“it's funny - say no and you'll stay in the same place. say yes and who knows where you'll end up. ” — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“Repotting a plant gives it space to grow. Repotting ourselves means taking leave of our everyday environments and walking into unfamiliar territory—of the heart,… — Heather Cochran Copy Share
“it was that voice. his voice. the voice that wrapped around you like a warm day. ” — Heather Cochran Copy Share
