All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves… — 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
After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked… — 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
During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though: it wasn't empty as much as chosen. There's a entirely different feel… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Morris was not the type to offer a hug or even hold your hand. But there was something in his quiet indignation… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You're wrong," I told her. "I lost that faith a long time ago." She looked at me as I said this, an… — 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
