Sarah Dessen Quotes (240 Quotes)

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don't jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

Whenever something great happens, you're always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over

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

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.

Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.

Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

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

Don't think or judge, just listen.

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.

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

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

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

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.