Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are, — 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
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
I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
very quietly, I heard a voice in my ear.It said, in a weird, cheesy, right-out-of-one-of-my-mother’s-novels way, “Ah. Wemeet again.” I turned my… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I got back in my car, starting the engine, then drove off. It wasn't until I pulled onto the highway that it… — 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
See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Now, now," my father said. "Let's just get the bags." This was typical. My father, the lone male in our estrogen-heavy household,… — 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
