She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Carmen hated the 'life is too short" rationalization. She thought it was one of the lamer excuses in the history of excuse-making.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She couldn’t hide from everyone for the rest of her life… Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be…… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“¿Iban a sumirla en la tristeza antes de hacerla feliz? No, por favor.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
