Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and controlled it, whereas the sadness owned her.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Maybe you think you'll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn't work that way.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“The world was full of death, full of sadness, full of people, full of people too broken to lean on.” — 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
