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… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again. — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“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 Image
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“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 Image
