Ann Brashares Quotes

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

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good at being happy.

She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well.

I love you, I'll never stop.

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your self that you wanted to lose.

Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.

Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.

Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?

There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those who don't.

Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.

Wear them, they will make you brave.

Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. "I like that you let yourself be suprised.

All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?

Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

It's always nervewracking to put yourself out there. But it's the root of joy.

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

And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

What can I say? I'm obsessed. And as we all know obsessed girls can't be held responsible for our actions.

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.

Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother

You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.

There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made them impossible to regain.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.

Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper

I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

You should find him because he loves you.

He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

Pain is fear, and I'm not afraid.

This body is breaking down, but I am not.

For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

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.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.