She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Despite her misgivings, she understood that he was somehow filling a void we might have not even known was there.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“She had made her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed… — 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 I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“When she finally finished a few minutes later, it was hard to tell if she was even aware that the crowds had… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Once she'd loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings, but now she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. She'd given… — 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
