Maybe it was true, and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. Not… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'd learn that it's not just where you go, but how you choose to get there. So I pulled that sign off… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand. — 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
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
