43 Quotes by Heather Cocks

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 fell in love with a person, not a prince; the rest is just circumstance.

Besides, both sides of the same coin can’t be exactly alike.” She winked flirtatiously. “Otherwise no one would flip it.

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.

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.

Hang on, you can’t punish a man for being in love,” Gaz shouted. “Love means nothing in tennis,” I said. “Literally, in fact.

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

During the ensuing seconds of silence, I must have burned a thousand calories just keeping my face impassive.

Bea said I didn’t owe everyone my patronage, but no one taught me the distinction between that and loyalty.