“She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, delicate and trim, blue-eyed and fair-haired. There was a certain power beautiful mothers held… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Did you get rid of that sweater like I asked?" "Yes, Mother," Josey said. "I wasn't trying to be mean the other… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“The morning sun on her white hair and pale face made her seem almost translucent. She'd been a beautiful woman in her… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“The picnic table in the photo was an old door set up on sawhorses, and the seats were old tree stumps, or… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“It feels like he's taken your heart, doesn't it?…Like he's reached in and pulled it out from you. And I bet he smiles like… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“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… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“The two giant oaks in the front yard looked like flustered ladies caught mid-curtsy, their starched green leaf-dresses swaying in the wind.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“After awhile, all the men wanted his opinion, and all the girls were in love with him. He made certain of it. Because he… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened when she had realized that she could only make one of them happy. She only knew that… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
“She knew him in that way you can only know a person you remember as a child, like if you cracked away the adult… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
