Quotes by Sarah Addison Allen

About Sarah Addison Allen:

Sarah Addison Allen is an American author. She grew up in Asheville, North Carolina and attended the University of North Carolina at Asheville, where she graduated with a degree in literature. In early 2011 Allen was diagnosed with breast cancer and completed a round of chemotherapy by October of the same year.
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It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Sarah Addison Allen

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

The Waverley sisters hadn't been close as children, but they were as thick as thieves now, the way adult siblings often are, the moment they realize that family is actually a choice.

Sarah Addison Allen

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 t...

Sarah Addison Allen

It was lemon verbena day, so the house was filled with a sweet-tart scent that conjured images of picnic blankets and white clouds shaped like true-love hearts.

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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...

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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.

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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

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.

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A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.

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She wished she had known back then. Known that happiness isn't a point in time you leave behind. It's what's ahead of you. Every single day.

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He loved that she made him something he never thought he'd been capable of being. Someone who stayed.

Sarah Addison Allen

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

Motherhood is hard enough without judgement from others who don't know the whole story.

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Motherhood, true motherhood, was what went on when no one else could see.

Sarah Addison Allen

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

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

Sarah Addison Allen

Waverleys know where to find the truth, they just can’t stomach it.

Sarah Addison Allen

Don't be vain. What you look like doesn't matter. It's the deed that matters.

Sarah Addison Allen

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...

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

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Author Bio

  • NameSarah Addison Allen
  • DescriptionAmerican author