Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Nate: “And,” he said, “boys at twelve aren’t exactly slick with the ladies.” Ruby: “’Slick with the ladies’?” I said. “Are you… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In my group of friends, I was always the one who remembered everything. The stories, the boys my friends and I dated,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Macy: “In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” Wes: “How do you win?”… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I turned and looked into the gas station, where Wes was now paying, as the man who'd driven us looked on. "That's… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“But I didn't. I didn't say anything, if only because I had no idea how to respond to such an overture. If… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” “How do you win?” he asked.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
That's what this has been all about for you, correct? Make it clear. That you and me--it was nothing more that you'll… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Maybe not," she said as we came to the car. "But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“At times, I found myself questioning his very existence, even though I knew I had, in fact, spotted him, with my own eyes.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
“But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn’t… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
“For me, however, it was a mix of the two, this constant push and pull. I loved it here. But I'd been in that… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share
