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.
I do believe that characters in novels belong to their writers and their readers pretty equally. I've learned a lot of things about the characters I write from people who read about them. Readers expand them in ways I don't think of and take them to places I can't go.
It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what you did with yourself. Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good bout yourself and worthy of it and generous enough to return it. You could clip it off when you needed to hide or self-destruct and had nothing at all to give. " (Lena, 194)
I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.
There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.
you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.
He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.
Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.
How many times could you give up on someone you loved?
Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.
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.
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.
It’s natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily most gracefully. So here’s me asking you to please not make that mistake.
Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris