Sarah Addison Allen Quotes

Men of thoughtless actions are always surprised by consequences.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.

She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.

There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?