The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There were certain qualities you possessed carelessly. And you couldn't retrieve them when they were gone. The very act of caring made… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it… — 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
She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted… — 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
