“Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Or was he the romantic fiction of a girl who'd been desperate for a handsome stranger to come along?” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Rule #1: The customer is always right. Rule #2: If the customer is wrong, please refer to rule #1. -Duncan Howe — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
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
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
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
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
“Tibby, you are crazy," Carmen said. "Those pants are in love with you. They want you for your body and your mind."… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When you open yourself to somebody, when you feel these thing that you feel, well, what do you do? You can try… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“...he had found the courage once in his life to seize a chance at love from a person who knew how to… — 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
She wanted him to see all of her and also none of her. She wanted him to be dazzled by the bits… — 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
“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
Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“We follow our scripts like actors in a very large, very long production. And even with no audience, none of us gives… — 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
“Live, laugh, love. When you can feel someone else's pain and joy as if it's your own, thats when you know you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She didn't open the envelope until she'd gotten to the bus station and needed to pay for her ticket. He hadn't given… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Looking back, it was the thing in his life that shamed him the most: the times he was purposefully, calculatingly mean to… — 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
