I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm always hopeful. I feel like I'm at the prom sitting against the wall waiting for someone to ask me to dance. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“But you never know what you can do until you try, and if you're lucky, what you love will always be waiting… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was actually pretty miserable in high school. I couldn't wait for it to be over. And when it finally was, I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
After the group vet appointment--during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Maybe my sister and I shared more than we thought. We were both waiting and wishing for something we couldn't completely control:… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia salad" Dexter picked up a box of Twinkies,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
We sat there, not talking, for a few minutes. He ate the Moon Pie; only skinny people can scarf down junk food… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They dont jump in on your sentences, saving… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Well," Isaid finally, knowing he was waiting, “you make me laugh.” He nodded. “And?” “You're pretty good-looking." ""Pretty good-looking? I called you… — 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
