Top 149 Quotes & Sayings by Sarah Addison Allen - Page 2

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.

He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

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.

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.

It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.

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.

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

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

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.

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

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

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.

Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.

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

When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.

But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.

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.

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.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

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

Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

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

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

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

I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.

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

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

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

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

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

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

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

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.

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

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

If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

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

Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.

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

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

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

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

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.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

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.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

Misfits need a place to get away, too. All that trying to fit in is exhausting.

To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

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.

Some men you know are Southern before they ever say a word," Julia said as she and Emily watched Sawyer's progress, helpless, almost as if they couldn't look away. "They remind you of something good--picnics or carrying sparklers around at night. Southern men will hold doors open for you, they'll hold you after you yell at them, and they'll hold on to their pride no matter what. Be careful what they tell you, though. They have a way of making you believe anything, because they say it that way.

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

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