The Accidental Text Quotes

“My mom would sometimes tell us, when we were having a hard time with something, to look outside ourselves for answers. I never quite got what she meant until right now. Being there for someone else … well, it sort of feels like a balm on my soul.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“It’s a perfect night, temperature-wise, and the cloudless sky is putting on an excellent show, the stars twinkling above us and the moon bright. I think of all the things we’ve done, this might be my favorite.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“You’re done? Don’t you want to ask Chase his Social Security number? Grill him until he gives you the PIN code to his ATM card?” I ask, my tone sarcastic.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

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― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“My mom was the best at offering comfort. She gave the best hugs of anyone I’ve ever known. They were tight and warm and protective. She felt 100 percent present when she hugged, like you were all that mattered in that moment— the most important thing in her life.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“She used to tell me that it was my job to make myself happy. No one else can do that.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“He makes me laugh. And I feel like … me around him.
I feel like me.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“So, have you told him?” “Chase?” “Yeah.” “I … haven’t yet,” I say. “Well, you should,” he says. “Guys are dumb. We need you to spell it out for us.” He gives me a knowing smile.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“For me?” he asks, and pushes out his bottom lip, giving me the same look Alice gives me when she’s trying to manipulate me into doing something. Works every time with her. I’m falling for it this time too.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“Life is short, this I do know. You have to find happiness where you can. That’s all we really have in the end.”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text

“a paper cup of coffee in one hand and looking down at me, seated on a rather uncomfortable wooden”
― Becky Monson, The Accidental Text