“...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
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
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
“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
“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
“She was so much softer then, so much more willing to fall in love, or believe she was.” — 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
“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
“Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know… — 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
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up. — 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
