“I love you. I love him...I think you would love each other. But that math has failed me before.” — 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
“I guess I was better at loving then, too, and also better at being loved — the two go together.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want… — 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 broke up with him," a combination Effie-Carmen voice in her head reminded her. "But that didn't mean you were allowed to… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you ever meet a guy and you fall in love with him, but because of some weird genetic mutation he doesn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Why does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena wished that love were something you could flip on and off. You could turn it on when you felt good about… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“But now he held her. He forgot to worry as much about waking her up. She turned her body to his, eyes… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Could she kiss him? Would he allow her that? Was that something he could pretend was nothing? What about making love? Could… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“He didn't know if she was awake or asleep, but he felt her heart beating and the further pulse of it in… — 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
“Lena studied the faces of the girls on the sidelines. She could tell that Kostos owned the lust of what few local… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked.… — 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
Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But then she hadn’t just learned to love this summer – she had also learned how to need. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She was so much softer then, so much more willing to fall in love, or believe she was.” — 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
