I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the… — 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
With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while… — 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
