“She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“He'd given up blessings he hadn't been worthy of for the chance to be with her, and now he'd lost that, too.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She discarded whole chunks of life that obsessed other people. She didn't torture people she loved, nor did she hunger for them.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She was never going to be the kind of person who didn't stick out in all directions. To want it was the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
