There has to be a middle. Without it,nothing can ever be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also… — 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
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
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
I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too. — 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
