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'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.
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.
She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.
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.
He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over and over. But no matter how many times he said it, no matter how much she knew he meant it, the words stirred around in her ear but didn't get into her brain. Sometimes he could comfort her. Sometimes he said what she needed, but today he couldn't reach her. Nothing could.
She remembered me. ' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.
This body is breaking down, but I am not.
You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.
you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.
I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
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.
She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.
There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.
The dreams weren’t as pleasing when they had no chance of coming true
When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes
You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful pieve of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want. -pg276
When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.
She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.