Sarah Addison Allen Quotes - Page 4

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

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.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.

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.

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.

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.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

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.