Top 300 Ann Brashares Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.”

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252. “He had to fight. That’s all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn’t fight anymore.”

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253. “Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.”

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254. “There are some people who fall in love over and over.”

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255. “She remembered me.′ This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.”

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256. “She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.”

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257. “I Pantaloni ci promettevano che c’era tempo. Niente sarebbe andato perduto. Avevamo un anno intero, se ce ne fosse stato bisogno. Avevamo tutta la strada fino all’estate successiva: allora avremmo tirato fuori i Pantaloni e, insieme o separate, avremmo ricominciato da capo.”

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258. “He’d pushed her. He’d scared her. He’d besieged her. He’d vowed he wouldn’t, and he did.”

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259. “It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions.”

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260. “Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.”

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261. “By day she studied and touched her mother’s things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented a vision of Marley as the boxes in the attic did. There were a thousand dramatic episodes, but very little sense of the person linking them together.”

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262. “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.”

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263. “We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.”

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264. “I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.”

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265. “We’re the Septembers now. The real ones. We are everything to one another. We don’t need to say so; it’s just true. Sometimes it seems like we’re so close we form one single complete person rather than four separate ones. We settle into types- Bridget the athlete, Lena the beauty, Tibby the rebel, and me, Carmen, the... what? The one with the bad temper. But the one who cares the most. The one who cares that we stick together.”

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266. “Bridget saw chaos.”

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267. “She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.”

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268. “But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes closed, and curled herself around him. She pressed her cheek to her chest, and he felt the tickle of her hair in his neck and under his nose. Trust and love went together.”

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269. “For nine years Paul had not called her by her name. She had always been “Shorty” or “Kid” or “You” to him since she was twelve. It wasn’t until her first night working as a waitress at the yacht club that Alice realized this.”

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270. “Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.”

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271. “He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.”

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272. “Luck never gives; it lends.”

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273. “I’m sorry you asked me out, otherwise maybe I could have liked you.”

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274. “All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.”

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275. “Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened. – Winston Churchill.”

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276. “You carry your past with you even if you don’t remember any of it.”

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277. “Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.”

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278. “They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.”

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279. “What was powerful at thirteen and seventeen should have grown quaint by twenty-four, and yet the covenant, by its nature had durability. It still existed between them. He could feel it even now. You could go away for months and years, but it was still here, bound to what you loved, binding you to it.”

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280. “Why couldn’t it belong to him anymore? Why couldn’t he belong to it? Because he gave it up. He held on to himself, and he threw the other things away.”

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281. “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.”

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282. “Some girls couldn’t stand being alone. Bridget was different. She went to movies, restaurants, even parties by herself. She loved her three friends above all other things, but she’d rather be alone than cling to people she didn’t care about.”

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283. “If I could meet you again, at a different time under different circumstances, I could let myself worship you the way you deserve.”

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284. “The notorious after-date phone call. If a guy called within three days, he liked you. If he waited a week, that meant he didn’t have any better options and was probably just trying to get lucky. If he didn’t call at all, well, that-was obvious.”

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285. “A pigeon is the same thing as a dove. Did you know that?”

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286. “Bridget wondered whether it all came down to the claustrophobic choice between dying beautiful or living ugly.”

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287. “She was still holding out for something that wasn’t going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.”

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288. “There are some people who fall in love over and over.” Tibby nodded, understanding the particular melancholy as it revealed itself on Lena’s face. “And there are others who can only seem to do it once.”

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289. “Once upon a time there was a pair of pants.”

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290. “Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say “Storms suck!” – Johnny carson.”

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291. “Maybe happiness didn’t have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place.”

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292. “I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can’t make yourself love someone, can you?”

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293. “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.”

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294. “Intimacy came faster when a person wore their pain and poor luck for all to see.”

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295. “Lena felt that all pretty faces were all alike – straight, even, regular. It was the ugliness, the sadness that set them apart. Lena couldn’t find that much objective ugliness in hers. But the sadness was apparent.”

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296. “Sometimes trust felt like the worst gift in the world.”

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297. “I’m afraid of the quick judgements and mistakes that everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.”

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298. “Lena remembered the old adage about knowing whether you’d chosen the right career by how you felt on Sunday night.”

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299. “Each time her mind flashed on that image for a second, a fraction of a second, it blinded her like a flashbulb, burning out the center of her mind’s eye to blackness.”

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300. “Clearly this wasn’t the kind of household where they ate steak every night. And so Tibby chewed the meat with as much vigor as was possible for a girl who had been a vegetarian since she was nine.”

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