Quote by Sarah Dessen Download Open image ““With shame, like horseshoes, proximity counts.”” — Sarah Dessen ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I pick up the last of my three horseshoes. I concentrate, make certain that my aim is perfect, bring my arm back ever so… — Karen Pokras Toz Copy Share Image
“They hovered at an appropriate blast radius: close enough to watch my shame unfold but far enough to pass for a socially acceptable distance.” — Penny Reid Copy Share Image
“I have learned that for me, shame is like kryptonite. It was utterly destructive, a boot on my neck for most of my life.… — Laura Parrott Perry Copy Share Image
“When shame is your own, it’s hard enough to bear. When other people are witness to it, it becomes intolerable.” — Rachel Abbott Copy Share Image
“Pride brought down a lot of folks. One of these days you gon' have to turn around and look at whatever it is you… — Ayana Mathis 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
