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 Copy Share Image
Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how… — Ann Brashares 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 Copy Share Image
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and… — Ann Brashares 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 Copy Share Image
It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She… — 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
