The word friends doesn’t seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.
It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.
Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both.
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.
You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things.
It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.
She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.
There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.
Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.
It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.
There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well.
Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris.
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.
Forget Jack, I’m in love with the cold, dirt floor.
Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later she remembered thinking that a normal person might have begun by saying that he was like the beach.
Some things have to be believed to be seen. -Ralph Hodgson.
Life isn’t just fair. It’s just fairer than death, that’s all. -William Goldman.
Luck never gives; it lends.
There are moments in your life when the big pieces slide and shift. Sometimes the big changes dong happen gradually but all at once. That’s how it was for us. That was the day we discovered that friends can do things for you that your parents can’t.
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.