I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And she was good to me: strong, fun, and fiercely loyal. And if I didn't have many other friends because of her-most… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and… — 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
