89 Quotes by Sarah Jio

Love does not die. It lives.

You can never play a part in life, especially not in love.

I sighed, looking down at the book in my hands. The Years. I rested my elbow against the arm of the couch and cracked the spine. It had the feel of a book that hadn’t been touched in decades, creaking, as if to say ahhh.

I turned away. I couldn’t hold his gaze for fear that my eyes would project the hurt, the pain I kept buried inside.

It’s hard to put into words. It’s as much a feeling as it is the way your stomach flutters when you think of him. It’s the feeling of being reached and reaching someone. It’s the feeling of being sen by someone for who you really are and being adored for it. That, for me, is connection.

Bainbridge Island could never hide its glory, even under the cover of darkness. I watched from the window as the ferry loomed into Eagle Harbor, passing the island’s pebble-covered shores and shake-shingled homes that clung courageously to the hillside. Glowing orange interiors beckoned, as if the people inside were making one extra place as they gathered around fireplaces to sip wine or hot cocoa.

There is something oddly therapeutic about trudging through marshy sand, the feeling of squishiness below the feet signaling to the brain that it’s OK to just let go for a while.

The truth of the matter is that we always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it.

Love, she thinks, is not meant for her.