Ann Brashares (born July 30, 1967) is an American writer of young adult fiction. She is best known as the author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series.
This body is breaking down, but I am not.
I’m sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.
Hey," he said. "It's someday. " He said the last word in Greek.
She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.
The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it.
When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.
How many times could you give up on someone you loved?
He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?
Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It`s you who makes me a person.
She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well.
She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.
You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.
One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.
I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.
Sex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.
But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.
Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.
The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin
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.