20 Quotes by Julia Heaberlin

It is a cancerous myth, that children are resilient.

This is something I love about native southerners – a hello includes more personal information than a Yankee would parse out in an hour. Actually, the hello often doesn’t include the word hello.

Children often play the day of the funeral as if it’s any other day. It’s deceptive. They grieve far longer and more deeply than adults.

That was my grandfather’s one survival tip if I ever found myself trapped in a fairy tale. Keep your promises. Bad things happen if you don’t.

I am sane, and I am not, and I don’t want anyone to know.

Loving dark men is a seesaw. They never tell you everything. You always wonder if the tiny red spot on a shirt is really from a spaghetti dinner like they claim. But then they put a bird back in a nest. They pull a drowning kid out of the water. And that’s all it takes. The spaghetti is not blood.

I want to drop backward, fall forever, and land on a place soft and endlessly deep.

February in Texas is a cold, bitter lady. March is when she loses her virginity.

I thought there would be more people. Where are all the people who scream on Facebook?” “On the couch. Screaming.