Sarah Addison Allen Quotes
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I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.
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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.
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We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?
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Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.
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She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.
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To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
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Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything
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Books can be possessive, can't they? You're walking around in a bookstore and a certain one will jump out at you, like it had moved there on its own, just to get your attention. Sometimes what's inside will change your life, but sometimes you don't even have to read it. Sometimes it's a comfort just to have a book around. Many of these books haven't even had their spines cracked. 'Why do you buy books you don't even read?' our daughter asks us. That's like asking someone who lives alone why they bought a cat. For company, of course.
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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.
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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.
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Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.
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There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.
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She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.
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Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.
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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.
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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.
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I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.
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I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.
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He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.
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No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.
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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.
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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.
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I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.
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But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.