“He could take happiness from her, but could he give any?” — Ann Brashares Happiness Copy Share Image
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory. — Ann Brashares Happiness Copy Share Image
All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do. — Ann Brashares Love Copy Share Image
Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you. — Ann Brashares Don't talk to me Copy Share Image
“I love you. I love him...I think you would love each other. But that math has failed me before.” — Ann Brashares Love Copy Share Image
He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the… — Ann Brashares Distance Copy Share Image
“In this present body he hadn't been loved, and he found almost nothing to love about himself.” — Ann Brashares Body Copy Share Image
“I can't wait for you forever, she found herself thinking as she lay in bed most mornings, thinking about her dreams, waiting… — Ann Brashares Dreams Copy Share Image
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She… — Ann Brashares Independent Copy Share Image
As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you. — Ann Brashares Book Copy Share Image
The happiness at getting what you want is not usually commensurate with the worry leading up to it. — Ann Brashares Fear Copy Share Image
she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her. — Ann Brashares Cellulite Copy Share Image
We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we… — Ann Brashares Ends Copy Share Image
Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life… — Ann Brashares Agony Copy Share Image
I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But… — Ann Brashares Beautiful Copy Share Image
Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the… — Ann Brashares Cases Copy Share Image
Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming… — Ann Brashares Bait Copy Share Image
“Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about… — Ann Brashares Generous Copy Share Image
I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search… — Ann Brashares Hope Copy Share Image
He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their… — Ann Brashares Air Copy Share Image
Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and… — Ann Brashares Clothings Copy Share Image
“Maybe happiness didn't have to be about the big, sweeping circumstances, about having everything in your life in place. Maybe it was… — Ann Brashares Happiness Copy Share Image
“It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn,… — Ann Brashares Communication Copy Share Image
She thought she would know when it happened. But now, as she looked around, she wondered if it was really like that… — Ann Brashares Chasms Copy Share Image
Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way.… — Ann Brashares Capable Copy Share Image
“Dad, Please accept this money to fix the broken window. I’m sure it’s already fixed, considering Lydia’s house pride and her phobia… — Ann Brashares Apology Copy Share Image
Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know… — Ann Brashares Always loved you Copy Share Image
“Greta was squinting at the Pants. "Are those yours?" she asked. Bridget nodded. "Would you like me to wash 'em for you?… — Ann Brashares Like Greta Copy Share Image
