What did Ann Brashares mean by: But then she hadn’t just learned to love this summer – she had also learned how to need. - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA Copy
+ Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible Feraz Zeid, July 18, 2023December 12, 2023, Ann Brashares, Invisible, Relief, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, How You Feel, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ It took the real thing to show you the size of your delusions. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Delusion, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, Ann Brashares, Beautiful, Fragile, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ She had willed her heart to stay small and contained, but it wouldn’t be. Oh, well. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Heart, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Coincidence, Destiny, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Being Happy, Talking, Women, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard. Feraz Zeid, June 7, 2023December 12, 2023, Ann Brashares, Hard, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June Explain - Jean-Paul Sartre Philosopher · France
One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by. - Jeannette Walls Journalist · USA
That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me ‘Baby,’ and it didn’t occur to me to mind. - Jennifer Grey
A thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors. - Matsuo Basho Poet · Japan
Winter is dead; spring is crazy; summer is cheerful and autumn is wise! - Mehmet Murat Ildan Playwright and novelist · Turkey
