Shy” was the sympathetic interpretation she got from older people. “Snotty” was the interpretation she got from people her own age. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair,… — 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
some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
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
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
Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Lena was an introvert. She knew she had trouble connecting with people. She always felt like her looks were fake bait, seeming… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those… — 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
Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it. — 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
It was frustrating when people loved you and took an interest in you and sometimes worried about you and personally cared what… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Different people were good at different things, Lena mused. Lena was good at writing thank-you notes, for instance, and Effie was good… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot… — 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
