That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“You know what happens when someone dies?' Delia said suddenly, startling me a bit. I kept putting together my sandwich, though, not… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“God! You'll do anything to avoid it.' Avoid what?' my mother said. The past,' Caroline said. 'Our past. I'm tired of acting… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place. — 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
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
“It felt so weird, to be on the other side, where you were the one expected to offer condolences, not receive them.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Isn't it weird," I said, "the way you remember things, when someone's gone?" What do you mean?" I ate another piece of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Greif can be a burden,but also and anchor.You get used to the weight,the way it holds you down. — 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
