She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.
Sarah Addison AllenSuperstitions are man's way of trying to control things he has no control over...
Sarah Addison AllenThe six of us formed the Women's Society Club exclusively to help Georgie. We promised that we would never turn our backs on each other again. Even if it made us afraid, even if it was dangerous, we promised we would stick together and make things right, because no one else would...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 AllenWhen 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 AllenPapel, cordel e cola.
Separadamente, eram apenas objectos à espera de um propósito. Em conjunto eram partes de um todo.
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He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.
Sarah Addison Allen...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 AllenTag: friendship
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 AllenTag: magic feelings the-girl-who-chased-the-moon
There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.
Sarah Addison AllenTag: men sex-appeal male-beauty butts sexiness
I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.
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