The bottom had arrived. She crashed against it, but it brought no sense of closure or understanding. She just lay there at the bottom looking up. She knew there must be a very tiny circle of light up there somewhere, but just now she couldn’t see it.
Ann BrasharesA loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.
Ann BrasharesI allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.
Ann Brashares