She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own. — 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 loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“What was it about Eric? He was handsome and talented, yeah. But lots of guys were. She had adored Billy Klein back… — 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
“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
Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it. — 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
You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how… — 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
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
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“I feel like I should love them right away. But how do you do that? You can't make yourself love someone, can… — 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
“Lena, listen to me, okay? We don't have much more time here. You are in love. I've never seen anything like this… — 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
But then she hadn’t just learned to love this summer – she had also learned how to need. — 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
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
“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
“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
