Sarah Dessen Quotes

She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.

Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm

Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but when you think about it, tragical!

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.

All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

Nate: “And,” he said, “boys at twelve aren’t exactly slick with the ladies.” Ruby: “’Slick with the ladies’?” I said. “Are you twelve?

I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"

Instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.

Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.

Say what you will, but you’re never prepared for the surprise attack.

He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.

Your mother won a special reward," she told me, "because everyone had a head in her pictures. We all applauded.

Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

You just walk over there and into the office and say, 'Hey, be my prom date,'" he said. "It's that simple.

"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."

I've seen what commitment leads to. Going in is the easy part. It's the ending that sucks! -Remy

I'm always hopeful. I feel like I'm at the prom sitting against the wall waiting for someone to ask me to dance.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

But sometimes you lose. Nothing you can do but admit it. -Eli

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.

What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.

No, no, no to Tallyho.

Call it crazy, or just chicken salad.

You own a Tic Tac. Gum is just borrowed. - Esther

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.