It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of… — 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
“You get older and you learn there is one sentence, just four words long, and if you can say it to yourself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long… — 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
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
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
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping… — 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
