156 Quotes by Cath Crowley

You can’t patch up someone forgetting about you. For the rest of your life you’ll always be worrying that they’ll forget about you the same way they did before.

He smells the same – peppermint and cedar and a hint of old books.

Sometimes science isn’t enough. Sometimes you need the poets.

Get up, Henry,′ he says. ‘You’re fermenting. Tell him he’s fermenting, George.

I told her yeah, but there was no skin on my voice and she heard the bones in my words like I did. And I knew.

Sometimes, the end begins.

I’m fond of Derek Walcott too. I could eat his poem “Love After Love.” Just peel the words off the page and stuff them in my mouth.

So this is what water feels like, I think, the second before it can’t hold on any longer. This is what it feels like, the second after it lets go.

I’ll never throw these small things away. There will never be a time when I don’t want them, all the tiny parts of Cal that made a life.