Top 280 Ashley Poston Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “I wander. Until I disappear, then I usually just come back somewhere near you.”

— Ashley Poston

102. “I’d always written how grief was hollow. How it was a vast cavern of nothing.”

— Ashley Poston

103. “Books are not really just books at all, but doorways. They are portals into places I’ve never been and people I’ll never be.” “Sometimes the universe deals us fates that make us happy, but sometimes it simply deals us fates that make us.”

— Ashley Poston

104. “The universe sends you the things you need when you need them.”

— Ashley Poston

105. “You only live once. And if you do it right, once is all you need.”

— Ashley Poston

106. “Nothing said Netflix and chill quite like an orthopedic pillow and a wineglass of Ensure.”

— Ashley Poston

107. “Stories that tell us that we can be bold and brash and make mistakes and still come out better on the other side. Those are the kinds of stories I want to see, and read, and tel.”

— Ashley Poston

108. “Whenever I took a closer look at him, he was disorienting in the kind of way kaleidoscopes were, constantly moving and shifting, full of colors and shapes that shouldn’t have gone together but did in a way that made it perfect.”

— Ashley Poston

109. “Sometimes I just wanted to let my guard down, let the pieces of me fall to the ground, and know that I had someone there who could put me back together without minding the sharp bits.”

— Ashley Poston

110. “The leaves on the trees we approached were a molten gold, like an artist had taken a sunset and poured it over the forest, and the crisp smell of the coming winter floated on the autumn breeze. It was early afternoon, and the birds sang bright and loud in the treetops.”

— Ashley Poston

111. “In my experience, women with sharp tongues usually have soft lips.”

— Ashley Poston

112. “He had plans – everyone has plans, even if they don’t realize it. Even the ones who go because they think they don’t have plans. There’s always something that comes up.”

— Ashley Poston

113. “Your grandma- my mother- told me once that the wind is just the breath of everyone who came before us. All the people who’ve passed on, all the ones who’ve taken a breath-” And he took a breath himself, loud and dramatic, and exhaled. “They’re still in the wind. And they’ll always be in the wind, singing. Until the wind is gone. Do you hear them?”

— Ashley Poston

114. “You never commit a mundane moment to memory, thinking it’ll be the last time you’ll hear their voice, or see their smile, or smell their perfume. Your head never remembers the things your heart wants to in hindsight.”

— Ashley Poston

115. “If I was going to do something, I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else.”

— Ashley Poston

116. “Because music was a heartbeat, too, in its own way, and death wasn’t a send-off without some good tunes.”

— Ashley Poston

117. “Everything had its place. He was a bullet journal guy, and I was a sticky note kind of girl.”

— Ashley Poston

118. “Everything dies, buttercup,” he once said as we sat on the front porch, watching a storm roll in. Carver was toddling in his play pool, and Alice was gurgling on his knee. “That’s a fact. But you wanna know a secret?” And I had leaned in, so sure it was a cure for death, a way to bat it away – “Everything that dies never really goes. In little ways, it all stays.”

— Ashley Poston

119. “Because even after the people were gone, there were still stories. There were always stories. Other people took the heart of her books, and kept them close, and nurtured them and grew into something new, because nothing could ever stay in stasis. Nothing ever stopped. Nothing was permanent. Art lived and breathed, like love, like friendship. Life – like works of art – was transformative. It persisted. And through them, so did we.”

— Ashley Poston

120. “I hated that I cried when I was angry, or upset, or annoyed. I hated that I cried at the slightest flux of emotional nuance. I hated how helpless I felt. I hated how I wanted to both march up to him and give him a fistful of my thoughts and run as far away from him as I could.”

— Ashley Poston

121. “Sometimes the best heroes are the ones in your head – but that doesn’t make them any less real.”

— Ashley Poston

122. “Love is a celebration,’ ” I read, my voice wobbling, “ ’of life and death. It stays with you. It lingers, my darlings, long after I’m gone. Listen for me when the wind rushes through the trees. I love you.”

— Ashley Poston

123. “Now, what’s a pretty flower like you doing in a wood like this?”

— Ashley Poston

124. “Romance wasn’t in chocolate, it was in the gasp of breath as we came up for air. It was in the way he cradled my face, the way I traced my finger over the crescent-shaped birthmark on his collarbone. It was n the way he uttered how beautiful I was, the way it made my heart soar. It was in the way I wanted to know everything about him – his favorite songs, finally guess his favorite color.”

— Ashley Poston

125. “I needed to get lost in a book. More than I needed anything else.”

— Ashley Poston

126. “He hoped I asked for help because asking was not a weakness – but a strength. He hoped that I would ask more often because I would be surprised by who would come into my life if I let them.”

— Ashley Poston

127. “Universal truths in butter. Secrets folded into the dough. Poetry in the spices. Romance in a chocolate. Love in a lemon pie.”

— Ashley Poston

128. “Most of the time, I try not to think about it, but sometimes grief comes in waves. It laps against the sandy beach of your soul, again and again, soft and rushing and impossible to escape.”

— Ashley Poston

129. “We were an author of love stories and an editor of romances, weaving a story about a boy who was once a little ghostly and a girl who lived with ghosts. And maybe, if we were lucky, we’d find a happily ever after, too.”

— Ashley Poston

130. “My aunt used to tell me that summer nights in the city were made to be impossible. They were as brief as you needed them, but never long enough, when the roads stretched into the darkness, the skyscrapers climbed into the stars, and when you tipped your head back, the sky felt infinite.”

— Ashley Poston

131. “Weighed down by sadness – but held together, still, by.”

— Ashley Poston

132. “Robb pushed a lock of silver hair out of his face and kissed the tears off his cheeks. “A’ve nan amar, ma’alor.”

— Ashley Poston

133. “And he was most definitely dead.”

— Ashley Poston

134. “I always thought that gardeners’ daughters couldn’t thrive where our roots didn’t grow. But maybe we were like dandelion tuffs.”

— Ashley Poston

135. “There was a gap between early twenties and late twenties that only people existing in bodies in their late twenties understood. You could still fight god, but you’d have to ice your knees afterward.”

— Ashley Poston

136. “What’s the point if I can’t be beautiful?” I squint at him. “Are you quoting Howl’s Moving Castle?” In reply, he gives another anguished wail and flops half of himself over the side of the armrest. The towel is doing a very terrible job of covering anything up, and I gently pull it over his nether region so he won’t have to disgrace himself.”

— Ashley Poston

137. “I think, as readers, we all have a comfort read, the one book that protects us in the exact ways it needs to – whether it is a romance or erotica or a thriller or a crime story or a fantasy. A book that we find ourselves in, like looking in a mirror. Oh, you, too? It will ask, as it fills that soft, hollow place in your heart that nothing else dared to touch. I think we all deserve a book like that, whatever yours is.”

— Ashley Poston

138. “I’m not just a raindrop in a pond but a comet plunged into the ocean, and I can make waves the size of skyscrapers because I’m not just here, I’m living.”

— Ashley Poston

139. “What could go wrong? The sky’s bright, the sun’s out, and there’s spring in the air – I can taste it.”

— Ashley Poston

140. “There once was a town, and I was so certain that it would feel like home if I ever made it there. There once was a town, and it didn’t exist.”

— Ashley Poston

141. “Where there was celebration, there was food, and where there was food, there was my happy place.”

— Ashley Poston

142. “I hope you find yourself in a book someday. And I hope that book lives forever.”

— Ashley Poston

143. “I could serenade you with words,” he supplied, taking my hand and kissing the palm of it, never letting his gaze leave mine. “If I was a poet, I could liken love to your eyes. If I was a gardener, I could plant a kiss on all the places you despise on yourself.”

— Ashley Poston

144. “There was something just so reassuring about books. They had beginnings and middles and ends, and if you didn’t like a part, you could skip to the next chapter. If someone died, you could stop on the last page before, and they’d live on forever. Happy endings were definite, evils defeated, and the good lasted forever.”

— Ashley Poston

145. “I was five foot two, and everything I wore was bought for comfort and not style.”

— Ashley Poston

146. “Your head never remembers the things your heart wants to in hindsight.”

— Ashley Poston

147. “You have to try on a lot of shoes until you find some you like walking in. Never apologize for that. Once I found mine, I’ve been content for twenty years.”

— Ashley Poston

148. “Because loneliness was the kind of ghost that haunted you long after you were dead. It stood over your plot in the cemetery wher.”

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149. “I was broke, and I was alone, and I wished he had found me seven years ago, instead.”

— Ashley Poston

150. “I kept him at arm’s length because at least there he wouldn’t be able to see how broken I was. I could keep lying.”

— Ashley Poston