Heather Cocks Quotes & Sayings

I would never lie about shoes. I have morals. — Heather Cocks

I can't truly have stopped breathing while he talked, but broken ceiling fans push air with more purpose than my lungs did. — Heather Cocks

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

You look amazing."
"I look like a lunatic."
"A gorgeous lunatic."
"Don't bother me with your hormones. I'm reading. — Heather Cocks

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. — 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. — Heather Cocks

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. — Heather Cocks

My dad and I once had a fight because I refused to put ketchup on my hot dogs," I said.
"That's possibly the most American sentence I've ever heard. — Heather Cocks

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. — Heather Cocks

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. — Heather Cocks

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

A wave of intense happiness washed over me, and I told myself to carry this moment as a talisman of a time in my life when I was both truly content and lucky enough to realize it. — Heather Cocks

Bex, please use this against me for the rest of our lives as an example of how I am about as clever as a shed. — Heather Cocks

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. — Heather Cocks

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. — Heather Cocks