Abby Slovin Quotes & Sayings

She stood before him on the porch now, as living, breathing proof that fortune had not tipped itself in his direction all those years ago. — Abby Slovin

She kept public radio on so it sounded like someone was sitting next to her, engaging her in intriguing conversation. — Abby Slovin

The likeness she had been searching for was on her face the whole time. — Abby Slovin

Parker fixated on the envelope's precise penmanship as she lifted it. Her grandmother rarely took the time to write her own name in the return address, let alone give it the aesthetic attention that this one so seemed to demand. Once, when Parker questioned her on this, her grandmother casually asserted that she "didn't quite believe in envelopes" as if this were a debatable concept like Socialism or wearing white after Labor Day. — Abby Slovin

A girl? Her mother looked at her, curiously, as if the word were unknown to her; ancient and puzzling as an artifact behind a glass encasement. — Abby Slovin

I used to build things, maintain them and what-not. Sometimes, we'd take things apart completely just to get a good look at the thing on the inside. Then, put it all back together ... Now, I'm lucky if I can build a complete sentence. — Abby Slovin

She was now on her way to an old world that was nothing but new to her. — Abby Slovin

Parker, I'm old," She said matter-of-factly. "I get away with these things." She continued to wave and smile wildly. "People treat me like an idiot so I'm allowed to act like one from time to time. It's one of the perks. — Abby Slovin

She approached the car with a confident stride that implied she had lived on the block her whole life. — Abby Slovin

Her letter bled from word to word, in three sour sentences. — Abby Slovin

The honesty of her plain skin was striking without foundation. — Abby Slovin

Sparks fly everywhere, Parker. The world's practically on fire. You need something more solid in your relationships than some silly little spark. — Abby Slovin

Fear swallowed her, deep and dark as the ocean and she sank into it. — Abby Slovin

Tree limbs boasted fresh baby buds and smiled at the brush strokes spread across the sky. — Abby Slovin

She didn't quite know how to translate faces; so she wondered about Jerry, but that's all she could do. — Abby Slovin

The smell of burning firewood and the molding of organic, earthy substances reminded her of jumping wildly into the enormous leaf piles of autumns past and she suddenly wished that it was appropriate for someone her age to do such a thing. — Abby Slovin

Parker soon became familiar with the one certainty of sorrow, that ultimately loneliness trumps logic. — Abby Slovin

Fact is just fiction with different storytellers — Abby Slovin

In the distance, they could see the headlights from cars crossing the bridges like fireflies swarming the streets toward home. — Abby Slovin

Sometimes you don't get to close one door before another opens. We're not all given that luxury, for closure. — Abby Slovin

Its roots emerged forcefully from the earth like the Great Wall and extended at least ten feet toward the house, demanding to be seen from beneath the soil. — Abby Slovin

She inhaled deep breaths filled with salty air and watched the moon cast streaks across the rippling river, unable to determine in which direction it flowed or where it went, but suddenly curious about it for the first time. — Abby Slovin

A thin yellow curtain hung in front of the corner window as boney tree limbs tapped on the glass like an unwelcome visitor. Despite the tiny buds on the trees outside, the branch at this particular window was still bare. — Abby Slovin

His words were rare, full conversations with him even rarer, as if Parker were one of his students that he did not want to indulge with conversation after class. — Abby Slovin

She did not know why the heat felt so heavy in that house, why all of a sudden it felt so much less like warmth than she remembered. — Abby Slovin

Her eyes watered until the moment became nothing more than floating colors in front of her watery eyes. — Abby Slovin