People said things they didn't mean all the time. Everybody else in the world seemed able to factor it in. But not… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to… — 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
I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of… — 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
