“You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other." "Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you’ve heard. The boy and the… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've ever heard. The boy and… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“We should have a funeral," he said. Pan held his hands clasped in a tent on his lap, and he bowed his head. He… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Birdie, this is for adults to figure out.” Birdie planted her feet where she stood. “I am an adult.” Walter shook his head. “You don't know what that means.” He stood up to walk off the porch. Birdie blocked his way. “I know it means carrying the load with Mom gone. I know it means all the work I did… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share
I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Many people in the village wanted her to be more of a girl, and Peter had wanted her to be large and brave but… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“How can I describe Peter's face, the pieces of him that stick to my heart? Peter sometimes looked aloof and distant; sometimes his face… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Leeda knew friends never turned out to be what you expected. They came and went in waves, pulling away and coming back, leaving you… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we’re only what… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“P.S. Please give my love to Tink, she always was such a funny little bug” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Maybe she feared there were different ways of being trapped than the ones she already knew.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
