It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I love YA, and it's been a really good fit for me. But at some point, I would like to try something… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere. — 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
