Sarah Addison Allen Quotes

Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.

Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

Did I ever tell you about the day I finally let go of him? That day that led me to you?

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling

We decided to become a society of women, a club to make sure women were protected. The club was something important back then. Not like it is today.

Jack thought anyone who read couldn't be all that bad.

The books I read when I was twenty completely changed when I read them when I was sixty.

Yellow joy was radiating from her. When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over. It was almost too bright to watch.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you can make up a new one.

It was a remarkable realization to Eby, that we are what we're taught. That was why the Morris women were what they were. It was because they knew no different.

He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.

The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.

He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one.

You can't change where you came from, but you can change where you go from here.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But sometimes when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

Don't be vain. What you look like doesn't matter. It's the deed that matters.

Sometimes it's difficult to tell what side of the moral compass we are all on. There are so many things to factor in.

I know he's a good baby... but the challenge is to raise him into a good boy, then a good man.

There's not a lot I can fix for her anymore. Band-Aid and bedtime story days are almost over. This, I can fix with a simple Welcome.

People like us will never really understand, Evanelle said. We fell in love with the men we were supposed to be with right off the bat. But women with broken hearts, they change.

You can't change where you came from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

But she couldn't start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn't take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it.

He claimed the waters must have, indeed, been healing, because look how hard his journey was on him to get there, and how easy it was on him to get home.

Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home.

She knew him in that way you can only know a person as a child. Like if you cracked away the adult shell, you'd find that child, happily sitting inside, smiling at you.

Motherhood is hard enough without judgement from others who don't know the whole story.

Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see.

She did know that it's remarkably easy to fall in love with someone who is already in love with you. It's a little like falling in love with yourself.

Those stories were the sound track of my summer with you.

Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.

There was a sense of tightness in the room now, filling the space. Attraction was like that. It filled. It poured into you like batter into a pan, sticking to the sides.

Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.

Who I am, what I am, is the culmination of a lifetime of reading, a lifetime of stories. And there are still so many more books to read. I'm a work in progress.

My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories.