An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Then, a life was ending. Here, one was about to begin. I didn't believe in signs. But it was hard to ignore… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“It was the best kind of love story . . . until there was an ending to it.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But as long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had… — 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
