Sarah Dessen Quotes

Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

You need demarcation." "Demarcation?" I asked. "It means a clear separation between two things," he told me. "A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

True friendship is a promise you keep forever.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don't regret things. Because at least I didn't spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never knew. Sometimes, people could surprise you.

The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.

You want to take me to a movie?" I asked. "Well, not really," he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I thought saying that might scare you off.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

If you could just be nice, then you wouldn't have to worry about arguments at all. but being nice wasn't as easy as it seemed, especially when the rest of the world could be so mean.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if I fell, at least I wouldn't do it alone.

It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.

You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

I bet you can't eat ten bananas!" "I bet you're right.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

You're not the kind of person who smiles for nothing, Colie. I have to earn every one.

its been a long night" "aren't they all?

That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

I always thought I was different.

There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

If you didn't always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it's enough - more than enough, even - just to be there.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?