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 wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he… — 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
