Sarah Miller Quotes

#1. When the windowpanes start to turn from black to gray, my sisters cradle themselves around me, rocking me like the sea until I can taste the salt of our tears

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#2. Why does everyone have to be so cool all the time? And also why do white people always have to act like black people to avoid looking like dorks?

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#3. I'd like to know how anyone can write the truth about us if we've never met.

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#4. I spend a lot of time trying to convince myself that nothing really matters except being alive.

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#5. Behind every successful woman are several confused men who give her something to make fun of.

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#6. We should be used to it," Tatiana reasons. "There have always been lines separating us from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails.

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#7. The pair of us are like salt and sugar: such different flavors, but so close in every other way you could never sort us apart once we're together.

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#8. My sisters and I sit together on a pair of suitcases. If we've forgotten anything, it's already too late
our rooms have all been sealed and photographed. Anyway, Tatiana would say it's bad luck to return for something you've forgotten.

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#9. I cross myself and close my eyes. Where we go next, we go together.

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#10. Incredible that the best route to winning friends
is not necessarily kindness or flattery,
but letting them know you won't
tolerate their bullshit.

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#11. Guys are always confused by how
soft and sentimental they are.

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#12. Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

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#13. I'll pretend, I tell myself. Pretending is safer than believing.

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#14. Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.

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#15. It's different now, like pushing the stop lever on my camera until nothing except the war can squeeze through the lens.

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