Top 280 Ashley Poston Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “She didn’t want a loud life. She just wanted a good one.”

— Ashley Poston

152. “It’s when Darcy tells Elizabeth he loves her most ardently, when Mark brings Bridget her new dairy, when Harry tells Sally he loves her, when Will buys Junie the inn.”

— Ashley Poston

153. “In my next life, I’d like to be a bookstore cat. Sunlight and books and naps.” “I dunno, I think you could do that in this life.”

— Ashley Poston

154. “It was a love that I knew wouldn’t fail me. It was safe. it was a comfort when I was heartbroken and yearning to feel something good, because I couldn’t imagine it on my own.”

— Ashley Poston

155. “She grew and she changed and she became someone new, as time always made you. And she had not looked back.”

— Ashley Poston

156. “I just didn’t want to be here anymore. I wanted to get lost. I wanted to burrow myself somewhere out in the woods with my favorite books and a bottle of wine, and never see anyone again. Never have the opportunity to meet someone new. Never give my heart the chance to fall again.”

— Ashley Poston

157. “You know you’re in love when they are the first person you want to hear in the morning and the last person before you go to bed.”

— Ashley Poston

158. “Enjoy the rain! You never know when it will be your last.”

— Ashley Poston

159. “Art lived and breathed, like love, like friendship.”

— Ashley Poston

160. “Your aura is very gray today.” “Earl or Dorian?”

— Ashley Poston

161. “New things are scary.” “They don’t have to be.” “How are they not?” “Because some of my favorite things I haven’t even done yet.”

— Ashley Poston

162. “Sometimes, a book can change your life. It’s hard to explain that to someone who doesn’t read, or who has never felt their heart bend so strongly toward a story that it might just snap in two.”

— Ashley Poston

163. “My aunt used to say, if you don’t fit in, fool everyone until you do.”

— Ashley Poston

164. “I found a spot where the mirrors were uneven and it bowed my face and twisted my arms like a fun-house mirror. My aunt had said in a conspiratorial voice, “That’s your past self looking back at you. Just a split second, from you to you.” I used to imagine what I’d say to that split-second-behind self.”

— Ashley Poston

165. “You can say things with food that you can’t quite with words sometimes.”

— Ashley Poston

166. “If you want something, you have to go for it. No one else will be more on your side than you.”

— Ashley Poston

167. “Because even after the people were gone, there were still stories. There were always stories.”

— Ashley Poston

168. “Giving you Annie’s legacy and watching it flourish was under your pen was a blessing. And this? And suddenly this no longer felt like a conversation. It felt like a goodbye. These last few days have been beautiful. It’s a good ending, darling. And as your editor I have no notes.”

— Ashley Poston

169. “It was the answer to a question, soft and subtle, but it was there – the kind of feeling, this hope, that had just been hiding, waiting for some specter to take my hand and dance me across the floorboards. It felt, for a moment in time, like happiness.”

— Ashley Poston

170. “I just wanted to talk to him, to breathe in his words, to understand what made his brilliant mind tick.”

— Ashley Poston

171. “Because a romance isn’t supposed to be realistic. If it was, every story would end with everyone dying alone in an old folks’ home.”

— Ashley Poston

172. “The way it tried to be something new, and ended up being nothing at all.”

— Ashley Poston

173. “But you reminded me that things didn’t always have to be good, over and over and over, but they could be great, some days.”

— Ashley Poston

174. “In the porch light, she looked older than she ever had. Weighed down by sadness-but held together still, by hope.”

— Ashley Poston

175. “She had always told me to chase the moon. To surround myself with people who would lasso it down in a heartbeat.”

— Ashley Poston

176. “Love looked like a man who had coffee ready for me in the mornings even though he preferred tea, and remembered exactly how I took it. Love ate my sugary spaghetti, and held an umbrella over my head when it rained, and apologized when he knew he was wrong. Love was inquisitive, and mindful, and – somewhere beneath the grumpy exterior – sweet. Love was tricking yourself into doing something you didn’t want to do, because you loved the person who did.”

— Ashley Poston

177. “I cared for words with a reverence I rarely shared with anyone – how could you share them, anyway, when words were imagined things?”

— Ashley Poston

178. “I just needed a story – or maybe a few hundred stories of happily ever after – to escape mine.”

— Ashley Poston

179. “Because loneliness was the kind of ghost that haunted you long after you were dead. It stood over your plot in the cemetery where a lone name sat carved in marble. It sat with your urn. It was the wind that carried your ashes when no one claimed your body.”

— Ashley Poston

180. “And it wasn’t always great – but god, Ben, it was good. It was broken a little, and banged up, but it was good.”

— Ashley Poston

181. “It didn’t feel like falling the way you did when love was quick and exotic. No, it felt like finding a song you hadn’t heard in years played on a jukebox in an old music hall.”

— Ashley Poston

182. “He was like brandy I wanted to drink on a clear summer day, a golden afternoon I wanted to get lost in, an evening over cardboard pizza and lemon pie that was never the same twice.”

— Ashley Poston

183. “What did it feel like to love someone so much you ached? I thought I’d known once.”

— Ashley Poston

184. “I know you’ll write our story the way it was meant to be told.” “I – I don’t think I could – ” “Of course you can,” she replied. “It might not be in one book. It might be in five or ten. It might be little bits of all of us scattered throughout your stories. But I know you’ll write us, however messy we are, and it’ll be good.”

— Ashley Poston

185. “But mostly because he was very handsome, and I was very much attracted to him, and that was the kind of surprise that I did not see coming.”

— Ashley Poston

186. “His pale eyes were a perfect and cloudy gray, like my favorite autumn days, perfect for dirty chai lattes and chunky scarves.”

— Ashley Poston

187. “When you’re in love,” I said, remembering all the years with Liam, “the lines sort of blur.”

— Ashley Poston

188. “Because loneliness was the kind of ghost that haunted you long after you were dead.”

— Ashley Poston

189. “She told me that you don’t ever lose the sadness, but you learn to love it because it becomes a part of you, and bit by bit, it fades.”

— Ashley Poston

190. “Grief is a weird thing. It can be a monster on your shoulder. It can be a friend sitting with you at the table. It can be a memory in a smell – the soft, delicate notes of floral perfume. Grief can find you in the middle of the night as you roll over to go back to sleep. It can even find you in your dreams. And grief – what it looks like, how it whispers, how you respond – is different for everyone.”

— Ashley Poston

191. “It felt nice to do something for me again. To just be. No to-do lists to keep pushing myself through, no expectations. Just me.”

— Ashley Poston

192. “There were some songs you made special – songs for first dances, songs for funerals, songs for heartbreak and forgetting. And then there were the songs that made you.”

— Ashley Poston

193. “Sometimes the universe deals us fates that make us happy, but sometimes it simply deals us fates that make us.”

— Ashley Poston

194. “This kind of magic is heartache, I warned myself, but it didn’t matter, because a soft, almost dead part of my heart that had bloomed every summer with adventure and wonder whispered back, What do you have to lose?”

— Ashley Poston

195. “They were words that tucked me into bed at night when I was alone, they were words that played the soundtrack of my heartbeat, the what-ifs, the second-guesses, the nights I sat alone, and wondered, Why not me? Those books were like arms I fell into, armor that protected me from the world when life was hard.”

— Ashley Poston

196. “I loved the woman I met in apartment B4, but I think I love you a little bit more.”

— Ashley Poston

197. “She smelled like apples and rose perfume, the smell of my childhood – skinned knees and pancakes in the breakfast nook and Sundays at the library, sitting in the stacks reading romance novels. She hugged me so tightly, it felt like every memory was a bone in my body that she needed to hold on to, to make sure they were still here. Still real.”

— Ashley Poston

198. “I hated her for leaving, and I loved her for staying as long as she could.”

— Ashley Poston

199. “We are poetry in motion.”

— Ashley Poston

200. “What did it feel like to love someone so much you ached?”

— Ashley Poston