I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The girl in the tight black dress was passing by us now, eyeing Wes and walking entirely too slowly. "Hi," she said,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
He'd always had that fearless optimism that made cynics like me squirm. I wondered if it was enough for both of us.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The first thing I did when I got inside was turn on the kitchen light. Then I moved to the table, putting… — 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
