Цитаты из книги Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

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.

Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.

You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen.

Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.

It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I’m afraid of what I’ll miss.

Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother.

She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.

Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming to offer a bridge to people, which she couldn't easily cross.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

Rule #1: The customer is always right. Rule #2: If the customer is wrong, please refer to rule #1. -Duncan Howe.

Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper.

I'm afraid of time. I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself.

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

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.

Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us you know, being happy isn't having everything in your life being perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things. Making those count more then the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it and that's all we can ask for.

She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?.

My butt has specific requirements for pants.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

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

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris.

The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch with one another over the summer, and making sure the Pants kept moving from one girl to the next. Tibby preferred to focus on random things you could and couldn't do in the Pants --- like picking your nose.