What did Ann Brashares mean by: Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday. - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA Copy
+ 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
+ Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen’s grandmother Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Grandmother, Wish, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ I killed her once and died for her many times Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, Ann Brashares, Died, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ He didn’t seem to realize that three excuses was as good as no excuse. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, No Excuses, Realizing, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Pain is fear, and I’m not afraid. Feraz Zeid, June 24, 2023December 12, 2023, Ann Brashares, Not Afraid, Pain, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn’t love her back. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Dangerous, Persons, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Pain, Running, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
+ Blood may be thicker than water, but friendship is thicker than both. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Ann Brashares, Blood, Love, Water, 0 - Ann Brashares Film writer · USA
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence. - Jeanette Winterson Author · England
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its shortness. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France