Sarah Addison Allen Quotations | Page 2

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 make up a new one.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.

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.

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 someone needs help, you help. Right?

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

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.

When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over.

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.

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

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

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

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?

Your peers when you're a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassment and regret. It was one of life's great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.

Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.

When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.

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.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

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.

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.