Sarah Dessen Quotes (240 Quotes)

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

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 wan't Will's. It was mine.

One week, one strong. One scared, one bold. I was beginning to understand though, that there were no such things as absolutes, not in life, or in people. Like Owen said, it was day by day, if not moment by moment. All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough to shoulder the rest.

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn't know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one I'd left behind.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.

I knew that in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late again. I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

And all that pink. It's like a giant vagina in there

It was so weird, because usually I was totally nervous talking to guys. But Eli was different. He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.

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

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

You really get to meet people on such a personal level. There's a real bonding in someone beating the crap out of you.

My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones... you might as well hold on to them. You know?

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.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

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

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

In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.

The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

Because maybe, the best of times were yet to come. You never knew.

It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have to have the last word.

Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.

A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

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

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over...

He'd always had that fearless optimism that made cynics like me squirm. I wondered if it was enough for both of us. I would never know from here, though. And time was passing. Crucial minutes and seconds, each one capable of changing everything.

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.

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Call it crazy, or just chicken salad.

ItÆs still a memory worth having, even if itÆs not exactly what you imagined

Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

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.