Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares
Ann Brashares is an American writer of young adult fiction. She is best known as the author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 July 1967
CityAlexandria, VA
CountryUnited States of America
Ann Brashares quotes about
smile knees lava
She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time
destiny littles coincidence
I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny
haunting afar way
The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.
remember forget forget-you
When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.
waiting way docks
There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.
how-you-feel feels happens
Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.
attitude pirate sparrows
The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin
feel-better feelings miserable
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and you figured you would just keep on feeling miserable.
reflection forget ifs
How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn’t forget?
past suffering feels
I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
forgotten
She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
three no-excuses realizing
He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.
sadness easier
Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.
died
I killed her once and died for her many times