I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the… — 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
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
I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel,… — 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
“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
