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Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
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I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.
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She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.
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She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
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We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.
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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
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Tibby was shaking her head. What? Bailey asked. Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day, Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her. I like that you let yourself be suprised.
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Lena knew she had spent too much of her life in a state of passive dread, just waiting for something bad to happen. In a life like that, relief was as close as you got to happiness.
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People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.
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She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.
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I killed her once and died for her many times
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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.
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Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway. If you don't try, you save nothing, because you might as well be dead.
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She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.
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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.
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She perched on her windowsill, gazing at the lurid sun soaking into the Caldera, trying to appreciate it even though she couldn’t have it. Why did she always feel she had to do something in the face of beauty?
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You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.
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Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.
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Wear them, they will make you brave.
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There are some people who fall in love over and over.
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