Amy

“So often this summer I keep thinking: I know I'm holding back. I know I'm waiting. I know I'm afraid to go forward. But I don't know how to get there from here."
He was quiet, so she kept going. "Sometimes I see it as a tricky mountain pass between two valleys. Other times, it's like perilous straits connecting two lands. Partly it's the fear of the trip itself, I think, but partly it's the fear that I won't be able to get back. I'll turn around and the clouds will have settled over the mountaintop. Or the waters will have risen and shifted, and there will be no way home."
Paul nodded. He took her hand again, which she discovered she appreciated.
But that's not even the real fear."
He gave her an odd smile. Short on mirth but affectionate. "What's the real fear?"
The real fear is that I won't want to go home.”
― Ann Brashares

“Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway.
If you don't try, you save nothing, because you might as well be dead.”
― Ann Brashares, Girls in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“She used to cry roughly three times a year. Now she seemed to cry three times before breakfast. Could that be considered progress?”
― Ann Brashares, The Second Summer of the Sisterhood