Sarah Addison Allen Quotes - Page 2

When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.

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

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

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

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.

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

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

Men of thoughtless actions are always surprised by consequences.

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

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

Superstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over.

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

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

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

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

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.

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

...she was still water in his hands. He didn't know how to hold on.