And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was worn out, broken: He had taken almost everything. But he'd been all I'd had, all this time. And when the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The thing about Wes," Delia said to me, unwrapping another package of turkey, "is that he thinks he can fix anything. And… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though: it wasn't empty as much as chosen. There's a entirely different feel… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to… — 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
