Ann Brashares Quotes

The thing that got me over the hump was accepting that I had to do whatever I could to stay in the game.

To me, baseball has always been a reflection of life. Like life, it adjusts. It survives everything.

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.

They have in me struck down but the trunk of the tree; the roots are many and deep - they will shoot up again!

I've realised that nothing that happens is so grim that life can't go on. Life always goes on, no matter what. Even in the grimmest situation, I see hope.

Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.

You take whatever works from wherever you can find it, and you keep moving toward the light.

Consider the Lichen. Lichens are just about the hardiest visible organisms on Earth, but the least ambitious.

The key to Zeppelin's longevity has been change.

Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.

Nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend.

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same way if the roots of craving are not wholly uprooted sorrows will come again and again

Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.

A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.

No matter what happens, if I get pushed down, I’m going to come right back up.

When your way doesn't work, don't be disheartened. You must be willing to try another way. A closed door doesn't mean you have been cut off permanently. It is a challenge, an obstacle, a tool to be used.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

The path to survival was to never give up on the small things.

The tree does not die, it waits.

Ideals survive through change. They die through inertia in the face of challenge.

Patience is what you need in the Antarctic. Wait-Give wind and tide a chance to change.

The capacity to transform itself from the inside makes capitalism a somewhat peculiar beast - chameleon-like, it perpetually changes it colour; snake-like, it periodically sheds its skin.

The soft and weak can overcome the hard and strong.