“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 hurt so bad. ” — 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
