As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.
Ann BrasharesThere were those emotions down there, and though she couldn't quite feel them, they were strong and she feared them. It was like watching a thunderhead from high up in a plane, and though you weren't under it, you knew how it would feel if you were. You knew you'd have to land eventually.
Ann BrasharesShe went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
Ann BrasharesAll the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.
Ann BrasharesThe 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.
Ann Brashares