Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris — Ann Brashares Love Copy Share
Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens. — Ann Brashares Feels Copy Share Image
“The forgetting and having to remember again was the very worst part.” — Ann Brashares Memory Copy Share Image
What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them. — Ann Brashares Behinds Copy Share Image
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up. — Ann Brashares Broke Copy Share Image
When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything. — Ann Brashares Funny Copy Share Image
There was one thing Bridget like about guys. They took insults well. — Ann Brashares Guy Copy Share Image
The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated. — Ann Brashares Adults Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he felt like the only one on earth. He was different. He always was. His attempts at living in the regular… — Ann Brashares Nature Copy Share Image
“Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered. That was how the story went. That… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“As it was a small town and a bored town and a hopeful town, kids talked and rumors started.” — Ann Brashares Children Copy Share Image
Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again. — Ann Brashares Comfort Copy Share Image
She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member. — Ann Brashares Admitting Copy Share Image
A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting. — Ann Brashares Beautiful Copy Share Image
She had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough… — Ann Brashares Enough Copy Share Image
A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness… — Ann Brashares All things Copy Share Image
But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I… — Ann Brashares Girl Copy Share Image
“he occupied an alternate universe that intersected nowhere with hers. He no longer represented someday, a possibility. He represented a road not… — Ann Brashares Road not taken Copy Share Image
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all… — Ann Brashares Firsts Copy Share Image
What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it… — Ann Brashares Agony Copy Share Image
It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be…… — Ann Brashares Enough Copy Share Image
Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her.… — Ann Brashares Every day Copy Share Image
“There was a burst of enthusiasm for recycling every so often, but it usually didn't extend to the heart or the mind.… — Ann Brashares Psychology Copy Share Image
People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair,… — Ann Brashares Behinds Copy Share Image
He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over… — Ann Brashares Arms Copy Share Image
“...Alice kept thinking about that passage from one part of life to another. She kept thinking, Is this it? Will I know… — Ann Brashares Art of life Copy Share Image
It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She… — Ann Brashares Caught Copy Share Image
Ruins stood for what was lost, and yet there were beautiful-peaceful, historic, intellectual. Not tragic or regrettable. Lena tried to keep hers… — Ann Brashares Beautiful Copy Share Image
She got under the covers and put her arms around the bag. She could smell Tibby. It used to be she couldn't… — Ann Brashares Arms Copy Share Image
Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that… — Ann Brashares Cold 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… — Ann Brashares Every day Copy Share Image
