Ann Brashares Quotes - Page 3

How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved. How tragic then, the way everyone avoided you and tiptoed around you when you really needed them. Carmen knew this vicious predicament as well as anyone in the world. How bitter it felt when you acted badly to everyone and ended up hating yourself the most.

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

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

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

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

The happiness at getting what you want is not usually commensurate with the worry leading up to it.

Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once loved him with all your heart.

She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.

Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

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.

Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.

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

Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.

Ruins stood for what was lost, and yet there were beautiful-peaceful, historic, intellectual. Not tragic or regrettable. Lena tried to keep hers that way too, and she succeeded to some extent. Why not celebrate what you had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.

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.

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

Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)

She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm. You didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you thought, Hey. And there you were.

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

She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits and blinded by the whole. She wanted him to see her whole and not in pieces. She had hopes that were hard to satisfy.

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.

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.

Wear them, they will make you brave.

I love you, I'll never stop.