Some men you know are Southern before they ever say a word," Julia said as she and Emily watched Sawyer's progress, helpless, almost as if they couldn't look away. "They remind you of something good--picnics or carrying sparklers around at night. Southern men will hold doors open for you, they'll hold you after you yell at them, and they'll hold on to their pride no matter what. Be careful what they tell you, though. They have a way of making you believe anything, because they say it that way.
When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.
She'd fallen into the best part of her past.
He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.
There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.
He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.
Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.
She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.
He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.
It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
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.
If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.
That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.
Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.
When someone needs help, you help. Right?
Her friendship . . . 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.
Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.
The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.
I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.
That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.
Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.
Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.
Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.
It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.
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