“Tibby, who was not fond of change, had once told Bridget that the present, no matter what it brought, couldn't change the… — 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
She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right. — 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
