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It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Matter
Loved
Done
Came
Life
Friends
Like
Lost
People
Death
Dream
Unaccountably
Back
Forgiven
Might
Failures

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I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.
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He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.
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Don't talk to me. I'm tired and grumpy and I'll probably make fun of you.
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I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.
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It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I’m afraid of what I’ll miss.
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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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He didn't seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse.
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You just have to let people love you in the way they can
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I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.
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Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper
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She got tired of herself. She got tired of not being able to say what she wanted or do what she wanted or even want what she wanted.
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Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.
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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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I killed her once and died for her many times
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You should find him because he loves you.
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It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.
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What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.
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They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.
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The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
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Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.
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