She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway. If you don't try, you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other… — 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
