Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or… — 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
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll… — 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
What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from… — 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
What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it… — Ann Brashares 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
Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot… — 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
