Maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things.

All quotes by author Ann Brashares

we aren’t in high school. we aren’t really in our families and we aren’t in our houses. those are the places we grew up and the times we spent together, but they aren’t us. if we think they are, then we’re lost, because times end and places are lost. we aren’t any place or any time. we are everywhere.

- forever in blue: the fourth summer of the sisterhood

when you remembered to forget, you were remembering. it was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

- forever in blue: the fourth summer of the sisterhood

maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. maybe it was about stringing together a bunch of small pleasures. wearing slippers and watching the miss universe contest. eating a brownie with vanilla ice cream. getting to level seven in dragon master and knowing there were twenty more levels to go. maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said “walk” the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day. maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. maybe it didn’t matter if your friend was possibly dying. maybe you just got through it. maybe that was all you could ask for.

- sisterhood of the traveling pants

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

- the sisterhood of the traveling pants

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

- forever in blue: the fourth summer of the sisterhood

maybe the truth is, there’s a little bit of loser in all of us. being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. maybe it’s about stringing together all the little things.

- the sisterhood of the traveling pants

she was astonished, and at the same time she knew. there were many things in life like that. you couldn’t imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn’t really imagine it hadn’t.

- the last summer (of you and me)

you’ll turn out ordinary if you’re not careful.

when she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word.

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.

you could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. but once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. that was the trouble with letting them in at all. they made a mess of the place.