99 Quotes & Sayings By Sarah Addison Allen

Sarah Addison Allen is the author of the bestselling novel, "The Story Sisters." Her books include "Witch's Vacation," "The Proper Gifts," and "The Song of it All." She lives in New England with her husband.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.
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I think Heaven will be like a first kiss. Sarah Addison Allen
Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for...
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Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it. Sarah Addison Allen
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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? Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
If a man has so much heat he burns your...
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If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away Sarah Addison Allen
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People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long. Sarah Addison Allen
Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was...
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Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone. Sarah Addison Allen
You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things...
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right. Sarah Addison Allen
I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.
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I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand,...
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Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something. Sarah Addison Allen
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A hummingbird cake, she decided as she turned on the kitchen light. It was made with bananas and pineapples and pecans and had a cream cheese frosting. She would make it light enough to float away. She reached over to open the window. To float to her daughter. Sarah Addison Allen
Did I ever tell you about the day I finally...
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Did I ever tell you about the day I finally let go of him? That day that led me to you? Sarah Addison Allen
But relying on one person for your every need is...
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But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling Sarah Addison Allen
It felt as though they were the only people in...
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and...
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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...Agatha had declared that her friendship to Georgie 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. Sarah Addison Allen
Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up?...
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Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss. Sarah Addison Allen
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There was a strange but universal understanding among women. On some level all women knew, they all understood, the fear of being outnumbered, of being helpless. It throbbed in their chests when they thought about the times they left stores and were followed. The knocks on their car windows as they were sitting alone at red lights, and strangers asking for rides. Having too much to drink and losing their ability to be forceful enough to just say no. Smiling at strange men coming on to them, not wanting to hurt their feelings, not wanting to make a scene. All women remembered these things, even if they had never happened to them personally. It was a part of their collective unconscious. Sarah Addison Allen
She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.
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She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened. Sarah Addison Allen
We decided to become a society of women, a club...
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways. Sarah Addison Allen
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Jack thought anyone who read couldn't be all that bad. Sarah Addison Allen
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The books I read when I was twenty completely changed when I read them when I was sixty. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him. Sarah Addison Allen
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Yellow joy was radiating from her. When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over. It was almost too bright to watch. Sarah Addison Allen
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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 can make up a new one. Sarah Addison Allen
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The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want. Sarah Addison Allen
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Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet. Sarah Addison Allen
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It was a remarkable realization to Eby, that we are what we're taught. That was why the Morris women were what they were. It was because they knew no different. Sarah Addison Allen
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He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side. Sarah Addison Allen
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But she stopped herself. That wouldn't make it right. You didn't forgive because it was the only choice you thought you had. That didn't make it forgiveness, that made it desperation. She'd always been too desperate about Jake. Always. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness. Sarah Addison Allen
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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 Matt's favorite T-shirt, which she'd 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. . Sarah Addison Allen
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There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it. Sarah Addison Allen
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Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world. Sarah Addison Allen
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Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation. Sarah Addison Allen
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She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina. She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm. Sarah Addison Allen
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Sitting at the old patio table she’d cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the trees, like Christmas lights. She felt like part of the hollow around her was filling. She’d come here with too many expectations. Sarah Addison Allen
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Business was doing well, because all the locals knew that dishes made from the flowers that grew around the apple tree in the Waverley garden could affect the eater in curious ways. The biscuits with lilac jelly, the lavender tea cookies, and the tea cakes made with nasturtium mayonnaise the Ladies Aid ordered for their meetings once a month gave them the ability to keep secrets. The fried dandelion buds over marigold-petal rice, stuffed pumpkin blossoms, and rose-hip soup ensured that your company would notice only the beauty of your home and never the flaws. Anise hyssop honey butter on toast, angelica candy, and cupcakes with crystallized pansies made children thoughtful. Honeysuckle wine served on the Fourth of July gave you the ability to see in the dark. The nutty flavor of the dip made from hyacinth bulbs made you feel moody and think of the past, and the salads made with chicory and mint had you believing that something good was about to happen, whether it was true or not. Sarah Addison Allen
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He stood there, glowing like the sun, and stared at her like she was the unbelievable one. Sarah Addison Allen
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You can't change where you came from, but you can change where you go from here. Sarah Addison Allen
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Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But sometimes when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map. Sarah Addison Allen
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Don't be vain. What you look like doesn't matter. It's the deed that matters. Sarah Addison Allen
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He hadn't meant to get so angry at Morgan. He didn't often get angry at other people. There was no sense in it. The person you were angry at was rarely ever repentant. Now, getting angry with yourself had some merit. It showed you had sense enough to chastise the one person who had any hope of benefiting from it. And he was plenty angry with himself. For many things. Sarah Addison Allen
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Sometimes it's difficult to tell what side of the moral compass we are all on. There are so many things to factor in. Sarah Addison Allen
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At the end of the evening, Paxton and Willa walked Agatha out to the nurse's car, after Agatha had given them a blind tour of the Madam, pointing out by feel and memory everything she remembered about the house. She and Georgie sliding down the banister and their skirts flying up. Playing dolls in Georgie's room. Having pineapple upside-down cake the Jacksons' cook would make in a cast-iron frying pan, so that the brown sugar on top turned crispy. A slide-away secret compartment in the bookcase where they used to leave notes for each other. Sarah Addison Allen
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When Paxton was a teenager, her friends had even envied her relationship with her mother. Everyone knew that neither Paxton nor Sophia scheduled anything on Sunday afternoons, because that was popcorn-and-pedicures time, when mother and daughter sat in the family room and watched sappy movies and tried out beauty products. And Paxton could remember her mother carrying dresses she'd ordered into her bedroom, almost invisible behind tiers of taffeta, as they'd planned for formal dances. She'd loved helping Paxton pick out what to wear. And her mother had exquisite taste. Paxton could still remember dresses her mother wore more than twenty-five years ago. Imprinted in her memory were shiny blue ones, sparkly white ones, wispy rose-colored ones. . Sarah Addison Allen
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No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being. Sarah Addison Allen
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I know he's a good baby... but the challenge is to raise him into a good boy, then a good man. Sarah Addison Allen
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There's not a lot I can fix for her anymore. Band-Aid and bedtime story days are almost over. This, I can fix with a simple Welcome. Sarah Addison Allen
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Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all. Sarah Addison Allen
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Bay remembered the Waverley house full of pumpkin pie scents in the fall. There had been mountains of maple cakes with violets hidden inside, lakes of butternut soups with chrysanthemum petals floating on top. Sarah Addison Allen
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Mary had become anxious in her old age, and she hated being away from the house for long. She'd hold the girls' hands tightly and calm herself by telling them what she would make for first frost that year- pork tenderloins with nasturtiums, dill potatoes, pumpkin bread, chicory coffee. And the cupcakes, of course, with all different frostings, because what was first frost without frosting? Claire had loved it all, but Sydney had only listened when their grandmother talked of frosting. Caramel, rosewater-pistachio, chocolate almond. . Sarah Addison Allen
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People like us will never really understand, Evanelle said. We fell in love with the men we were supposed to be with right off the bat. But women with broken hearts, they change. Sarah Addison Allen
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You can't change where you came 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. Sarah Addison Allen
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But she couldn't start this, because then it would end. Stories like this always ended. She couldn't take this pleasure, because she would spend the rest of her life missing it, hurting from it. Sarah Addison Allen
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He claimed the waters must have, indeed, been healing, because look how hard his journey was on him to get there, and how easy it was on him to get home. Sarah Addison Allen
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Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home. Sarah Addison Allen
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Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you. Sarah Addison Allen
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But Claire had long ago realized, even after those constant dreams of her mother leaving faded away, that when you are abandoned as a child, you are never able to forget that people are capable of leaving, even if they never do. Sarah Addison Allen
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She knew him in that way you can only know a person as a child. Like if you cracked away the adult shell, you'd find that child, happily sitting inside, smiling at you. Sarah Addison Allen
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It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don't know where I was, but I didn't care. I didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with me. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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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. Sarah Addison Allen
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Just as she was about to turn, she caught a whiff of something sweet. She inhaled deeply, instinctively wanting to savor it, but then she nearly choked when it landed on her tongue with a bitter taste. It was so strong she actually made a face. That, her grandmother had described to her once after making a particularly bad lemon cream pie, was exactly what regret tasted like. Sarah Addison Allen
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Motherhood is hard enough without judgement from others who don't know the whole story. Sarah Addison Allen
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Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see. Sarah Addison Allen
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Josey shook her head, thinking, if Della Lee were a candy, she would be a SweeTart. Not the hard kind that broke your teeth, the chewy kind, the kind you had to work on and mull over, your eyes watering and your lips turning up into a smile you didn't want to give. Sarah Addison Allen
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Her hair was longer than it used to be, and it veiled her shoulders like a shawl. She used it for protection. If there was one thing Sydney knew, it was hair. She loved beauty school and loved working in the salon in Boise. Hair said more about people than they knew, and Sydney understood the language naturally. Sarah Addison Allen
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He fell in love with a skinny stray cat that would skulk around the dining hall during meals. Every day, Jake would offer it sausage or egg from breakfast and pepperoni or hamburger from lunch. Every day, it ran away from him. But Jake didn’t give up. Even when he had the stomach flu, he snuck out of the infirmary to try to feed it. He was not going to let it down. He would watch it from classroom windows. He even made up a poem about it that he sent home to his mother in a letter. Three months later, the little cat was finally hungry enough to trust him. It never occurred to Jake that the cat.. . Sarah Addison Allen
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Josey?” She heard her mother’s voice in the hall, then the thud of her cane as she came closer. “Please don’t tell her I’m here, ” the woman in the closet said, with a strange sort of desperation. Despite the cold outside, she was wearing a cropped white shirt and tight dark blue jeans that sat low, revealing a tattoo of a broken heart on her hip. Her hair was bleached white-blond with about an inch of silver-sprinkled dark roots showing. Her mascara had run and there were black streaks on her cheeks. She looked drip-dried, like she’d been walking in the rain, though there hadn’t.. Sarah Addison Allen
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Most locals knew who Della Lee was. She waitressed at a greasy spoon called Eat and Run, which was tucked far enough outside the town limits that the ski-crowd tourists didn’t see it. She haunted bars at night. She was probably in her late thirties, maybe ten years older than Josey, and she was rough and flashy and did whatever she wanted–no reasonable explanation required. “Della Lee Baker, what are you doing in my closet?” “You shouldn’t leave your window unlocked. Who knows who could get in?” Della Lee said, single-handedly debunking the long-held belief that if you dotted your.. Sarah Addison Allen
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Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything Sarah Addison Allen
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It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good. Sarah Addison Allen
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Did you get rid of that sweater like I asked?"" Yes, Mother, " Josey said." I wasn't trying to be mean the other day. It just doesn't look good on you."" Yes, Mother, " Josey said. The truth was, that sweater, that color, looked good on her daughter. And every time she wore it, it hinted at something that scared Margaret.Josey was growing into her beauty. Margaret watched Josey leave. She used to be a beautiful woman, the most beautiful woman around. She brought out the photo again. But that was forever ago. Sarah Addison Allen
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When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know. Sarah Addison Allen
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When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief. . Sarah Addison Allen
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She did know that it's remarkably easy to fall in love with someone who is already in love with you. It's a little like falling in love with yourself. Sarah Addison Allen
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...everyone knows that road, the one leading out of town into a deep green expanse of pastures and old farmhouses, which at first makes it seem like you're entering a fairy tale, something sweet and old fashioned and lost in time. But, like all fairy tales, the beginning is always beautiful, a ruse to draw you into something you aren't anticipating. Sarah Addison Allen
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The outside world might have finally turned into autumn, but inside the Waverley house it still smelled of summer. It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds like true-love hearts. Sarah Addison Allen
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Those stories were the sound track of my summer with you. Sarah Addison Allen
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Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily. Sarah Addison Allen
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There was a sense of tightness in the room now, filling the space. Attraction was like that. It filled. It poured into you like batter into a pan, sticking to the sides. Sarah Addison Allen
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Eby wanted to say so much to her. She wanted to say that waking up is the most important part of grieving, that so many women in their family failed to do it, and she was proud of Kate for fighting her way back. But Eby didn't say anything. She could fix a lot of things, but family wasn't one of them. It was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to come to terms with. Sarah Addison Allen
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It was hard not to feel sorry for a life that had no purpose of its own... His only purpose, it seemed, was to come into her mother's life in order to send her home. For that, Bay decided, she would be grateful. For the rest, though, she wondered if she would ever be able to forgive him. She hoped she wouldn't remember him long enough to find out. Sarah Addison Allen
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It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. Sarah Addison Allen
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I was just telling Claire about a guy I met in bread class. I hate him, but he could be my soul mate. Sarah Addison Allen
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On the day the tree bloomed in the fall, when its white apple blossoms fell and covered the ground like snow, it was tradition for the Waverleys to gather in the garden like survivors of some great catastrophe, hugging one another, laughing as they touched faces and arms, making sure they were all okay, grateful to have gotten through it. Sarah Addison Allen
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Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch. Sarah Addison Allen
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Once he'd asked, "Don't you want to read? There are hundreds of books in the sitting room." She had laughed and said, "I've read them all. I want to remember them the way they were. If I read them now, the endings will have changed. Sarah Addison Allen
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Who I am, what I am, is the culmination of a lifetime of reading, a lifetime of stories. And there are still so many more books to read. I'm a work in progress. Sarah Addison Allen
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My favorite books are the ones that make me smile for hours after reading them. I want that for my readers, for the sweetness to linger. Sort of like chocolate, but without the calories. Sarah Addison Allen