Quotes by Sarah Addison Allen

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

We decided to become a society of women, a club to make sure women were protected. The club was something important back then. Not like it is today.

It had always fascinated him that shed consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

Jack thought anyone who read couldnt be all that bad.

The books I read when I was twenty completely changed when I read them when I was sixty.

He didnt think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where youre planted.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.

Under her thick pancake makeup, her sin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.

To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

Yellow joy was radiating from her. When youre happy for yourself, it fills you. When youre happy for someone else, it pours over. It was almost too bright to watch.

You cant change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you dont like the ending, you can make up a new one.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

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

It was a remarkable realization to Eby, that we are what were taught. That was why the Morris women were what they were. It was because they knew no different.

He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.

But she stopped herself. That wouldnt make it right. You didnt forgive because it was the only choice you thought you had. That didnt make it forgiveness, that made it desperation. Shed always been too desperate about Jake. Always.

Eby knew all too well that there was a fine line when it came to grief. If you ignore it, it goes away, but then it always comes back when you least expect it. If you let it stay, if you make a place for it in your life, it gets too comfortable and it never leaves. It was best to treat grief like a guest. You acknowledge it, you cater to it, then you send it on its way.

The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She watched it from her pillow, wondering if it was real. It reminded her of her husband Matts favorite T-shirt, which shed hidden in a bag of sewing, unable to throw it away. It had a large faded moth on the front, the logo of a cover band out of Athens called the Mothballs.That T-shirt, that moth, always brought back a strange memory of when she was a child. She used to draw tattoos of butterflies on her arms with Magic Markers. She would give them names, talk to them, carefully fill in their colors when they started to fade. When the time came that they wanted to be set free, she would blow on them and they would come to life, peeling away from her skin and flying away.

There was an art to the male posterior. Thats all there was to it.