What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Please believe him. Keep your heart open to him. He can make you happy. He has always loved you, and you once… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“In this present body he hadn't been loved, and he found almost nothing to love about himself.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want… — 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
