Quotes from Ann Brashares

Era triste per quello che era successo a Kostos. E da qualche parte era triste perché gente come Bee e Kostos, che avevano perso tutto, erano ancora aperti all'amore, e lei che non aveva perso nulla non lo era.

Where there is nothing, there is the possibility for everything. When you live nowhere, you live everywhere.

Maybe we tried so hard to be like the Sisterhood because it was easy for them and we wanted it to be easy for us. Because they were lucky and we wanted to be lucky too. They had wonder, and we didn't have any. We looked for the magic, but we didn't fine it. We waited for the magic, but it didn't find us.

he had found the courage once in his life to seize a chance at love from a person who knew how to give it. Lena prayed on these two moons that she would find that same courage.

Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.

If you are distant and misanthropic, selfish or cruel, you will find yourself alone in life and death.

Why did he keep going when everyone else got to start over?

She sat on the dock at the lake and watched the clouds thicken. She wished it would rain hard and long and clear everything away. Rain never came when you asked for it.

When we stopped to eat in the midday, she spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time.

There was a mysterious chasm between this island and the greater world, just like there was between old and young, ancient and new.

Tibby, you are crazy, Carmen said. Those pants are in love with you. They want you for your body and your mind. She couldn't help seeing the pants in a completely new way.

By day she studied and touched her mother's things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented a vision of Marley as the boxes in the attic did. There were a thousand dramatic episodes, but very little sense of the person linking them together

i don't want to be the only good thing in the world.

They were the sisterhood: their mothers at a younger age.

Because they forgot and I remembered. They would be lost soon enough, and I would keep going. The best I could do was hold on to them after they forgot themselves.

We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives a hint that it isn't real.

Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.

Like why Lena always thought of Ritz crackers when she shaved her legs. Who knew why? And did it even matter?

Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

You couldn`t always know what would matter to you.

Where there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.

At least I tried.

Greta was squinting at the Pants. Are those yours? she asked. Bridget nodded. Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little bleach would clean that whole mess right off them. Bridget looked aghast. No! No, thank you she cradled them protectively. I like them how they are. Greta clucked and shook her head. To each, her own, she muttered. You have no magic in you, Bridget thought.

Could she kiss him? Would he allow her that? Was that something he could pretend was nothing? What about making love? Could she just open up her legs and pull him inside her and have him all she wanted and later give her assent that it was nothing?