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
“But she knew from long-ago experience that when you were uncertain and if you were courageous enough to let her in, a… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The phone was her worst enemy and her best friend but she never knew which until she answered it. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Together or apart, no matter ow far apart, we live in one anther. We go n together.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.” — 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
A lot of friendship is about practice, that’s something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older. It’s not simply some spiritual soul-bond of… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena was suspicious of many things. But she had earned her suspicions about boys. Lena knew boys. They never looked beyond your… — 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
