It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I did the searching and remembering, she did the disappearing and the forgetting. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
When I turned fifteen, I remember my father gave me a credit card which I was allowed to use for two things:… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know… — 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
you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — 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
