Heather Cocks Quotes

There are plenty of people who like you just as you are. You should remember that when you start feeling like you're being erased.

One day, I'll tell you about the time I only slept two hours before my aunt Kitty's wedding, where I had to give an insanely long reading in German, which I don't speak."

"How much more could there be to tell?" he said.

You know what you said to me at the Abbey today?" he murmurs. "That you're mine for life?"
I nod, mutely.
"Thank you for that," he says. "Because I'm yours, too.

You know, if I weren't getting married tomorrow, I would punch you," Nick says, flexing his left hand. "But Bex needs to be able to fit my ring on my finger.

No more apologies," he says. "I don't want you to think I'm holding something over you. I'm not. This isn't a favor. This is just love.

Art, Nick? Can you even draw stick people?"
"It's art history," he said. "These people painted my entire bloodline. I'm very useful.

I hung up the phone and tapped it lightly against my chin, then wrapped myself tighter in my giant woolen cardigan and poured another glass of boxed wine - the official drink of emotionally confused women on a budget.

I would never lie about shoes. I have morals.

We never deliberately froze anybody out, but it was challenging for other people to get very close. Scientists needed fifty years to split the atom. Our classmates didn't stand a chance.

My feelings have loads of flavors.

He has kind of a homicidal face. Or is that just syphilis making him insane? British monarchs do love their syphilis."
"A prerequisite of the job," he agreed.

Sorry, hang on, I still don't speak metric," I interrupted.
"You nonconformists are so tiresome," he said.

Nick looked as surprised as if I'd just handed him my acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

A lady named Maude let me in the back,' he said. 'She's a firecracker, that one. Told me she's knitting trivets as a wild change of pace from scarves. If you're keeping score, that means changing from a rectangle all the way to a square.

How did you not know they broke up? You usually monitor his social media like he's al-Qaeda and you're the CIA.

I remember understanding what a brutal thing it is to be the bearer of truly bad news - to break off a piece of that misery and hand it to other people, one by one, and then have to comfort them; to put their grief on your shoulders on top of all your own; to be the calm one in the face of their shock and tears. And then learning that relative weight of grief is immaterial. Being smothered a little is no different than being smothered a lot. Either way, you can't breathe.

Well. You never have to be on with me. I promise," I said, kicking out my legs and lying down on the blanket. "You can do your crosswords and drink your heathen coffee and chill. You're not my sovereign.

Slang is the suitcase of the damned, my dear. CHECK IT.