I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top.… — 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… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning?… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It's all about you, Colie." She touched one finger to her temple, tap tap tap. "Believe in yourself up here and it… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
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
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
closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby." All those keystrokes,… — 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
