Sarah Addison Allen Quotes

Josey?” She heard her mother’s voice in the hall, then the thud of her cane as she came closer. “Please don’t tell her I’m here,” the woman in the closet said, with a strange sort of desperation. Despite the cold outside, she was wearing a cropped white shirt and tight dark blue jeans that sat low, revealing a tattoo of a broken heart on her hip. Her hair was bleached white-blond with about an inch of silver-sprinkled dark roots showing. Her mascara had run and there were black streaks on her cheeks. She looked drip-dried, like she’d been walking in the rain, though there hadn’t...

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

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

But Claire had long ago realized, even after those constant dreams of her mother leaving faded away, that when you are abandoned as a child, you are never able to forget that people are capable of leaving, even if they never do.

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.

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.

I was just telling Claire about a guy I met in bread class. I hate him, but he could be my soul mate.

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

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

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.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

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

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.

Josey shook her head, thinking, if Della Lee were a candy, she would be a SweeTart. Not the hard kind that broke your teeth, the chewy kind, the kind you had to work on and mull over, your eyes watering and your lips turning up into a smile you didn't want to give.

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