I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Sitting there with them, it was almost hard to remember when I first came to Perkins, so determined to remember to be… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You… — 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
In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference. — 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
The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I hoped that Grace would be a little bit of the best of all of us: Scarlett's spirit, and my mother's strength,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You need demarcation." "Demarcation?" I asked. "It means a clear separation between two things," he told me. "A solid end before a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't… — 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
The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Look," I said, "We knew Jason and Becky would be back, the break would end. This isn't a surprise, it's what's supposed… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
and I wondered if, in the end, this is how all disputes are settled, with a shared silence as things become equal.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Despite my dad's assurances I was strangely nervous my stomach tight ever since we'd hung up. Maybe Deb had picked up on… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of… — 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
It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and… — 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
We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging… — 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
I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when… — 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
