“If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I am not breaking my rules,' I snapped, hating that I'd ended up on the advice-recieving end of things, jumping from Dear… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I love writing about the summer between high school and college. It's the last gasp of really being a teen. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“It was the very nature of summer. So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at… — 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
My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Nothing changes for three years, and then suddenly everything does all at once. Maybe those other people's summers I've envied weren't all… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“To me, summer has always been about potential. This was especially true when I was in high school. Those 3 or so… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“I meant what I said to you. I wasn't playing some kind of summer game. Everything I said was true, from the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in… — 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
