Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us you know, being happy isn't having everything in… — Ann Brashares Happiness Copy Share Image
Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway. If you don't try, you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Carma, Here are the Pants and a little sketch I made of Leo. From memory, not from life. (And no, I'm not… — Ann Brashares Day and night Copy Share Image
“What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own… — Ann Brashares Mysterious Copy Share Image
Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Part of the danger of living so long, knowing you were going to come back and back again, was putting off your… — Ann Brashares Life Copy Share Image
Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a… — Ann Brashares Confusion Copy Share Image
“There was a satisfaction in being right and a terror in finding so much evidence that the world didn't work the way… — 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
She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“You get older and you learn there is one sentence, just four words long, and if you can say it to yourself… — Ann Brashares Comfort Copy Share Image
“The conversation flowed and stopped and started as it would, a third thing in the room, not quite controlled by either of… — Ann Brashares Communication Copy Share Image
There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In… — Ann Brashares Benches Copy Share Image
“She sat on the dock at the lake and watched the clouds thicken. She wished it would rain hard and long and… — Ann Brashares Rain Copy Share Image
“Tibby, who was not fond of change, had once told Bridget that the present, no matter what it brought, couldn't change the… — Ann Brashares Change Copy Share Image
“In a flash of wonderment she saw firm, continuous ground under her feet, stretching from back then to right now and on… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and… — Ann Brashares Age Copy Share Image
She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“By day she studied and touched her mother’s things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She'd put the envelope Tibby had left for her unopened in her underwear drawer. At first it was so she would see… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted… — Ann Brashares Defeat Copy Share Image
“It's wrong, I know, but I play out this dance with him, exquisite and slow. I play it out in my head,… — Ann Brashares Dance Copy Share Image
