She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“I think the true ascent of man, the moment when humans divided irrevobably from apes and other fellow creatures, occurred with the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Why was it that her temper and her thinking never happened at the same time? Her temper behaved like a glutton sitting… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Thoughts were nothing. Memories were nothing. They were nothing you could touch. They took no time. You could fit them all on… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena, listen to me, okay? We don't have much more time here. You are in love. I've never seen anything like this… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There are moments in your life when the big pieces slide and shift. Sometimes the big changes dong happen gradually but all… — 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
