she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.
Ann BrasharesHer body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.
Ann BrasharesI love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.
Ann Brashares