Quotes from Ann Brashares

Yeah. You know what I think? What? So intense was Tibby, she had practically shoved the phone into her ear cavity. She has big boobies.

Le chagrin, c'est comme un nouveau-né, les trois premiers mois, c'est l'enfer et, au bout de six mois, on finit par s'avouer vaincu, on réorganise sa vie en fonction de lui, on lui fait de la place.

They were more like the grown-up dog whose family loved it but had to move to an apartment in Korea (is it Korea?) where people sometimes eat dogs.

The real lesson embodied in Katherine's three-year-old frame was the opposite: Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway.

Quando anche le sue palpebre cominciarono a calare, Tibby si sdraiò con cautela, posando la testa sul cuscino, accanto a quella di Bailey. Sentiva il solletico leggero dei suoi capelli contro la guancia. Le lacrime le scivolarono fuori, scorsero oblique fino alle orecchie e sui capelli di Bailey. Sperava che andasse bene così. Sarebbe rimasta lì a tenere la mano di Bailey tutto il tempo, così lei non avrebbe avuto paura di non averne abbastanza

I Pantaloni ci promettevano che c'era tempo. Niente sarebbe andato perduto. Avevamo un anno intero, se ce ne fosse stato bisogno. Avevamo tutta la strada fino all'estate successiva: allora avremmo tirato fuori i Pantaloni e, insieme o separate, avremmo ricominciato da capo

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened. —Winston Churchill

He'd given up blessings he hadn't been worthy of for the chance to be with her, and now he'd lost that, too.

Nobody bothered with him. His failures were private and invisible

Or was he the romantic fiction of a girl who'd been desperate for a handsome stranger to come along?

As it was a small town and a bored town and a hopeful town, kids talked and rumors started.

When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was growing again. It grew up into her throat, where she could taste it, coppery like blood, in the back of her mouth. It grew down into her stomach, where it knotted her intestines. It made her arms stiffen and her shoulders lock. It pushed against her ribs until she felt they would snap like sticks.

The summers before that are a blur of baby oil and Sun-In and hating our bodies (I got big breasts; Tibby got no breasts) at the Rockwood public swimming pool.

She discarded whole chunks of life that obsessed other people. She didn't torture people she loved, nor did she hunger for them. She kept it simple.

Time was moving backward, it seemed, and the future was mostly forgotten.

Fine, blood was thicker than water. But friendship, it struck Tibby, was thicker than both.

Bridget saw chaos.

Well, this is it...I choose you...Come what may, you are what I choose.

What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own and others' refracted through hundreds of bodies over time.

Part of the danger of living so long, knowing you were going to come back and back again, was putting off your life until you never lived it at all. Just so it was possible. Just so long as you could, you never actually did. Just so you didn't ruin it.

he is the drip, drip of water that carves a canyon right through the middle of me.

Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!" —Johnny carson

a good mother doesn't just obey the wishes of her selfish heart. A good mother does what she believes is the best thing for her child. Sometimes they are the same. This time they are different.

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