9 Quotes & Sayings By Katherine Owen

Katherine Owen is the author of The Story of My Life, an autobiography that chronicles her life growing up in a family of slaves in West Virginia. At thirteen, she was sold to a man who forced her to work in his tobacco fields and raped her repeatedly while she was there. She ran away at sixteen and worked for several years as a prostitute in Atlantic City, but soon realized that she wanted to live without the constant fear that she would be raped or killed. After moving to New York City, Katherine entered the domestic-service field and eventually married Read more

Over the course of her life, she had seven children and raised them in a Jewish household. They moved from New York to Los Angeles before settling in Florida. She was a mother with a career until 2008 when she decided it was time to write her memoirs.

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There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, some, irrevocably; it’s the endings we’re unprepared for. Katherine Owen
Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief...
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Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind. Katherine Owen
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Here’s the truth: I am the female version of a heartbreaker. The one that everyone says is too dedicated to ballet, too self-involved to ever care about anyone else besides herself. I’m the rebel. The bad twin. I am Tally–the loner, the party of one. The love and leave ‘em prototype. Heartless. That is me. I have no time for romance, flowers, or relationships. I like one-night stands with plenty of sex and no promises of a future. I like the lies I tell. I’m comfortable in telling them…most of the time. This is me. . Katherine Owen
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The ending is coming. I can feel it. I don’t know if I can take it this time. But then again, I say that every time and yet, every time I take it. And, I come back to her again for more. I will take whatever time I can get with her. I will do that for a lifetime. I will. I know that much about myself. She is my water. I can never get enough of her, and it appears that I will die trying to love her, to keep her, to hold her with me, even though our time together seems to evaporate so swiftly. It slips through our fingers so damn fast that we don’t even have time to savor it when we’re together. Katherine Owen
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I stand still for a long time, holding the note, and let it all sink in. Her leaving is almost palpable like a gale-force wind that’s rolled into my life in the span of a single evening and left behind all this incalculable destruction, both inside and out. Yes, the tempest has passed, but the air around me feels different. I can hardly breathe. Nothing is the same without her. As the lone survivor of her particular storm, I begin to wonder just exactly what I’m supposed to do now. Katherine Owen
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Finally, I formulate and say a little prayer to God, and since we haven’t officially spoken since my mom and Elliott died that takes up quite a bit of my time. The rest of it I spend on trying to determine what I think love really is and what I actually feel for Tally Landon at this point. Upon deep reflection, I realize that I must be at the edge of life’s abyss. This is me. All there is left of me; and yet, I’m looking over and contemplating its meaning on whether to jump or stay. I’m not sure this feeling for Tally Landon is made up of love any more than it is of hate. This must be a kind of purgatory–the in-between place–because these pervasive feelings of rage and passion for Tally are equalized and actually co-mingle together–like fire and water–each ready to extinguish the other. I’ve come to accept the truth. There may be nothing left for us. It could go either way. . Katherine Owen
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You know what they say about air and water when it comes to fire, don’t you?” she Katherine Owen
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Yet she lays out this family plan the way you’d say, “After yoga, I’ll go to Lia’s for the mani-special and then wax on about hairstyles and hemlines until dinner.” If I were gifted at making long-term plans, which by now we all know I’m not, and if I was at all hopeful, which we all know that I can never be, although it crosses my mind that it’s entirely possible these are all just huge, f*&king, temporary setbacks and nothing more, even though it’s been going on for over three years now, since Holly died, and I met Lincoln Presley. Events that could be construed as somehow inevitably related. Yes, perhaps there’s an expiration date on the said pursuit of unhappiness. Perhaps, things will eventually go my way after I actually discover what that way is supposed to be. . Katherine Owen