Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the… — 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
In my group of friends, I was always the one who remembered everything. The stories, the boys my friends and I dated,… — 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
