Ann Brashares Quotes - Page 6

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

There were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.

As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.

Love yourself and your friends unconditionally .

When there is nothing, there is the possibility of everything.

I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and engagingly as I can, and then let the chips fall where they may.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to write total nonsense for as long as I need to release the pressure, because it's really hard to start if you feel like that first sentence you write has to actually mean something.

Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the itch tag at the back of your collar- that happened to every person in the course of the day. Maybe everybody had the same allotted measure of happiness within each day.

I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.

It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.

I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman’s life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.

Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if you friend was possibly dying. Maybe you just got through it. Maybe that was all you could ask for.

For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.