I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting. — 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
you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot. — Ann Brashares 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 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
