“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 at practice and it’s full count? Your cloves and vanilla scent calms me down. I spray… — Katherine Owen Copy Share
“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 wind that’s rolled into my life in the span of a single evening and left behind… — Katherine Owen Copy Share
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 at practice and it’s full count? Your cloves and vanilla scent calms me down. I spray it on the front of my uniform and rub my right hand across like this.” I demonstrate by rubbing my… — Katherine Owen Copy Share
“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 for the last ten minutes of the drive. “What?” “Too much air blows out the fire. Too much water destroys it.” I nod trying to determine what she’s really comparing us to. “The idea would be… — Katherine Owen Copy Share
“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
“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 wind that’s rolled into my life in the span of a single evening and left behind all this incalculable destruction, both inside and out. Yes, the tempest has passed, but the air around me feels different.… — Katherine Owen Copy Share
“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
