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Sarah Jio Quotes

What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.

What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.

Falling In Love, Children, Childhood

Sarah Jio (2014). “Goodnight June: A Novel”, p.25, Penguin

Whenever you’re down on your luck, and when things aren’t going the way you like, remember that you are the author of your own story. You can write it any way you like, with anyone you choose. And it can be a beautiful story or a sad and tragic one. You get to pick.

Beautiful, Writing, Luck

Great love endures time, heartache, and distance. And even when all seems lost, true love lives on.

Distance, Love Life, Heartache

You know, things fall apart. You grieve. And then you sit around and wait for things to somehow get perfect again. But they don’t. They never can. There is no perfect. There’s just different. But different can be wonderful.

Fall, Grieving, Perfect

We're each given one life, and it's our job to make it useful, beautiful, and fulfilling. There is no value in suffering through it, doing something we hate. There's no prize at the end for that kind of endurance. Just a spent life.

Beautiful, Jobs, Hate

The definition of a true friend is not someone who swoops in when you're going through a rough patch. True friendship is when someone can appreciate your happiness - celebrate your happiness, even when she's not necessarily happy herself.

True Friend, Appreciate, Rough Patches

I'm no longer willing to let myself down.

Inspiration, Willing

Sarah Jio (2014). “Goodnight June: A Novel”, p.98, Penguin

The stars have their own language, you know. If you're careful, you can learn it.

Stars, Language, Careful

Sarah Jio (2013). “The Last Camellia: A Novel”, p.27, Penguin

All I hear is my own grating thoughts. Is there anything more horrid than being trapped inside yourself with nothing but your own insecurities.

Insecurity, My Own, Trapped

People are much like those stars up there. Some burn faintly for millions of years, barely visible to us on earth. They're there, but you'd hardly know it. They blend in, like a speck on a canvas. But others blaze with such intensity, they light up the sky. You can't help but notice them, marvel at them. Those are the ones that never last long. They can't. They use up all their energy quickly

Stars, Light, Years

Sarah Jio (2013). “The Last Camellia: A Novel”, p.162, Penguin

Everyone tells you to write what you know. It’s the tried-and-true advice every writer hears at some point in her career. But to take my writing to a deeper level, I’ve found that a better practice is to simply write what frightens you, haunts you, even. I now keep a sign on the bulletin board in my office that reads: 'Write What Scares You.' I’ve learned that tapping into the hard stuff — whether it’s the fear of loss or a boogeyman lurking in childhood memories — is what ultimately gives a story the power to leap off the page and grab you by the collar.

Memories, Writing, Loss

Marriage, my dear, is not suicide.

Suicide, Dear

Sarah Jio (2011). “The Bungalow: A Novel”, p.16, Penguin

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