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
memories keys sometimes
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.
sadness
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.
She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.
firsts saws first-time
I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.
forever loses
He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.
dying without-you
I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
feelings over-you comfort
At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is when a feeling of peace and comfort will come over you, and it's like nothing you've ever felt.
wanted
She wanted him to notice her so much.
soccer stars school
Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.
beautiful fragile
Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile
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.
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.
memories smell
But it was smell that carried memory.
people would-be looks
Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.