“You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“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
“I felt as though the past and the future, cause and effect, patterns and connections, were a huge complicated artifice, and it… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Time was moving backward, it seemed, and the future was mostly forgotten.” — 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
“But we were in the same place at the same time in our lives, and for that alone I was inexpressibly buoyant… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Thoughts were nothing. Memories were nothing. They were nothing you could touch. They took no time. You could fit them all on… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and… — 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
There are moments in your life when the big pieces slide and shift. Sometimes the big changes dong happen gradually but all… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space… — 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
Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Why was it that her temper and her thinking never happened at the same time? Her temper behaved like a glutton sitting… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.” — 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
“Why not celebrate what you had had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I'm writing this down, because it is going to be hard for me to say it. Because this is probably our last… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“I confess I've relived it so many times, I hardly remember it anymore. My feelings are strong enough to refract and distort… — 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
