Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?

Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.

There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

Some people don't know how to fall in love, like not knowing how to swim. They panic first when they jump in. Then they figure it out.