Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter) — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans. — 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
