He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space… — 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
She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She knew that when she got old it would be more fun to look back on a life of romance and adventure… — 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
It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship… — 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
