“He thinks he can fix anything. And if he can't fix it, he can at least do something with the pieces of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
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
Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The thing about Wes," Delia said to me, unwrapping another package of turkey, "is that he thinks he can fix anything. And… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood… — 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
So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I think my biggest problem, though, at least in drafts, is not repeating myself. After eight books I get worried that a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All… — 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
