482 Quotes by Ann Brashares

There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.

He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over and over. But no matter how many times he said it, no matter how much she knew he meant it, the words stirred around in her ear but didn't get into her brain. Sometimes he could comfort her. Sometimes he said what she needed, but today he couldn't reach her. Nothing could.

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.

They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.