Ann Brashares Quotes

All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.

I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

Beyond just writing about falling in love and out of love and wanting to do certain things and going out and partying and all the things that I grew up writing about, I want to write about deeper things.

I think you learn more about yourself in the context of a relationship than you can outside of it.

I was 29 and I really fell in love, I think, for the first time. I was vulnerable in a way I didn't think I could be.

It's not like you can wake up and realize, 'Oh, I want intimacy,' and then it happens that day.

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

I am very busy, life is very busy, and I was, I think, a somewhat lazy friend. I love them, I know they love me, but I didn't make much of an effort.

Love is what we aspire to most in our lives.

I'm so fascinated by the human longing for meaning. The way we relate romantically to each other is so much to do with our longing for meaning as well.

I don't believe I've ever truly been in love because I don't believe that I've known myself well enough in the past to allow someone to love me.

Writing on 'Love' is so steeped in self-analysis. The writer's room can feel like therapy.

All good works of art must ask this question: 'You want to breathe free, yes, but do you know how to kiss?'

I've never been in love, ever. I feel like I would know if I'd been in love.

What do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?' She nodded. 'The firing squad.' 'That's not the whole truth. Try again.' 'Insatiability,' he said with some bitterness. 'That's oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,' she insisted. 'One more time.' He was silent for several minutes. 'The map of a country in which I only exist by virtue of the extravagance of my metaphors.' 'Now you're being too sophisticated. And, besides, what metaphors do we have in common?

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

Trying to get your sexual partner to make a monogamous commitment to you is not a loving thing to do; it's selfish.

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

Burning up the phone until there's nothing left to say, so I lay here and just listen to you breathe. Girl you know it's only been a week since our first date-back when you were just a stranger to me. I've never let another in so soon.

There are a lot of people who go their whole lives without truly knowing what love is, or ever experiencing that.

If you’re doing something you love with people you love in a place you love, you are going to create something of value to the world.

I wasn't really testing it on myself as much as I was learning from other people about what it meant to live and love with your whole heart, and then thinking, oh my god, I'm not doing that.