Quotes from Ann Brashares

Each of these moments was a pearl on a string, one prettier and more perfect than the next.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

I've always feared she would find completion without me, and I'd be around, stupid and unperfected, forever.

Barbara appraised her with critical eyes. 'Oh my. Well, this is going to need some work.' She went right to Carmen's hips and pulled the unfinished seams open. 'Yes, we'll have to take this way out. I'm not sure I have enough fabric. I'll check when I get back to my office.' You are a horrible witch, Carmen thought. She knew she looked absolutely awful in the dress. She was part Bourbon Street whore and part Latina first-communion spectacle.

She wasn't as destructive as Bee. She had never been as dramatic. Rather, she'd slipped carefully, stealthily away from her ghosts.

They were absolutely lovely, and in their presence, so was she.

For the first time she saw that the nurse's name was Tabitha.

It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.

Single-minded to the point of recklessness

It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.

Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting herself to mourn this long separation only now that it was over.

I think the true ascent of man, the moment when humans divided irrevobably from apes and other fellow creatures, occurred with the birth of the first distinct soul. And much happiness ensued.

The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

She was becoming the person she'd be for her whole life. Each thing she chose contributed to that person. She didn't want to be like this.

She was bad at love. She loved too hard.

Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures.

We will go. Nowhere we know. We don't have to talk at all.

She'd never felt about anyone the way she'd felt about him. Not even close. She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure than a life of quiet habits. But looking back was easy. It was the doing that was painful.

Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.

Treasure in such large amounts stopped feeling precious

She didn't deserve it, which was to say she deserved better.

Marnie hated to see her spend so much of herself on someone who didn't care.

He could take happiness from her, but could he give any?