44 Quotes by Allyson Kennedy

There will always be trials where we have to make a choice: we can take these hardships as blows to our lives, holes in the ship that will render us sinking forever, or we can allow God to patch those holes, to lift us out of the beating waves, and help us float again.

As much as it pains me, this little link with Sawyer isn’t ending anytime soon. Even though I swore I didn’t want any part in this escalating, something about this sullen mess of a boy gives me hope. And that’s a rare occurrence on a day like today.

Look, I don’t know what all went down that night, but whatever it was, whatever weight you’re carrying, God will carry it for you, Em.

That could change. Who cares what they think? Are Linwood County Schools running the rest of our lives? No. But God is, Em. God is. You’ll never know what He has up His sleeve.

My memories of Grandma are already fading, and I fear these changes will scrub Grandpa’s lasting impression from the house. Yet, as I hold this box in my hand, the one he specifically set aside for me, I relish that I’ll always have this tangible history to remind me of the greatest force on earth: love.

All I want is my own love story, and all I get are fake chances with guys who don’t understand what love is.

Now that I think about it, haunting isn’t the word. The boy who claimed he hated love songs wrote and sang one so accurate, so accurate that it mirrored everything my brother lectured me about what love should be. He persuaded me to betray my own logic and fall for him. Hard. And yet, falling for him is slipping from a cliff, hurtling to my supposed death, but holding onto a semi-sturdy edge with shaking fingers. Just as soon as I thought we may be headed for a happy ending

As far as he knows, nothing has changed between us. I was indifferent before, and if I’m going to brave the storm, I’ve got to muster those feelings back up again. At least until we get out of here tonight and I can find refuge in the pages of my diary.

He was just looking for acceptance. A better offer came along, and he hit the ground running. I can’t allow my hopes to work up again, to tarnish my dream for a love like my grandparents’ by pathetically pining after someone who not only is too blind to recognize true affection, but who has never believed in love at all.That’s one glaring difference between Grandma’s and my quests: Grandpa’s faith in love never wavered. And I deserve more than an unsure heart.