He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Someday was the thing he had, because it was a lot harder to ruin than today. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million… — 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
“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
“No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
