“Wear them, they will make you brave.”

“You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.”

“It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.”

“As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.”

“Lena, listen to me, okay? We don't have much more time here. You are in love. I've never seen anything like this before. You have to be brave, okay? You have to go and tell Kostos how you feel. I swear to God if you don't, you will regret it for the rest of your cowardly life.''What if he doesn't like me back?''That's what I mean about being brave.”

“I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can't make yourself love someone, can you?”

“She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.”