I didnt pay attention to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
From this distance, in the dimness, the model looked surreal, made up of parts filled with buildings, bordered by long stretches of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There were so many people, so much to navigate, and as the distance fluctuated between us his hand kept slipping, down my… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Hollis " I said "you're messing with me right now aren't you You're in Paris or somewhere and just-" "What " he… — 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
