Heather Morrison-Tapley > Quotes

“Eden realized then that she’s always looked in the windows of homes and wished she’d been invited in. She’d never felt at home in her own life.”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist

“Eden placed it in her palm and looked down at the beautiful old hands, joints swollen, skin creased and thin as paper. They were the most beautiful hands in the world, Eden thought. Their story was a lifetime of service, and healing, and kindness”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist

“It’s not those concrete events. It’s the afterwards. It’s the huge, gaping absence of where the person used to be. This enormous, palpable, permanent, irrevocable absence that kills you. The huge hole where a person, a life, was. It isn’t gone. It’s still there, it’s just empty. Forever. That’s the part that undid me.”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist

“yes, she was alone, but there was a peace to the solitude too, and room to think, room to breathe.”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist

“But as she walked to the living room and lit the fire, she thought, yes, she was alone, but there was a peace to the solitude, too, and room to think, room to breathe.”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist

“Things aren’t random, even when they seem it. I know you feel you’re here because of a waterfall of quick events and choices. But that waterfall was meant to be. And the events leading to the waterfall were meant to be. And so on. In both directions through time.”
― Heather Morrison-Tapley, The Herbalist