Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The present no matter what I brought couldn’t change the past. The Past was set and sealed. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe, sometimes, it's easier to be mad at the people you trust because you know they'll always love you, no matter what. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if you friend was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over… — 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
