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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 10

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Okay, I said, what's your biggest fear? As always, he took a second to think about the answer. Clowns, he said. Clowns. Yup. I just looked at him. What? he said, glancing over at me. That is not a real answer, I told

Okay," I said, "what's your biggest fear?" As always, he took a second to think about the answer. "Clowns," he said. "Clowns." "Yup." I just looked at him. "What?" he said, glancing over at me. "That is not a real answer," I told him. "Says who?" "Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence." He thought for a second. "Clowns.

Regret, Real, Night

It's never long distance between friends.

Distance, Long Distance, Long

I didn't want to leave things the way we had, unresolved, ... and tried to tell myself he cared about me enough not to look elsewhere for what I wasn't giving him.

Giving, Looks, Want

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.128, Penguin

I looked at the sweatshirt again. "'You swim' is a philosophy?" He shrugged. "Better than 'you sink', right?

Philosophy, Swim, Sweatshirts

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.142, Penguin

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

Differences, Wish, Three

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.54, Penguin

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

Heart, Way, Faces

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.93, Penguin

You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

Should Have, Hot, Ears

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.102, Penguin

I turned and looked into the gas station, where Wes was now paying, as the man who'd driven us looked on. "That's too bad," I said. "It's okay, though," she assured me. "Someday I'll show you an extraordinary boy, Macy. They do exist. You just have to believe me." "Don't worry," I said. "I do.

Believe, Boys, Men

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.131, Penguin

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.

Games, Play, Guy

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.202, Penguin

This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.

Regret, Light, Doors

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.197, Penguin

She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.

Father, Hands, Years

Sarah Dessen (2004). “That Summer”, p.32, Penguin

I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

Couple, Bottles, Chloe

“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 beautiful." "You want to be beautiful?" I asked him. "Are you saying I'm not?"

Beautiful, Knowing, Laughing

"This Lullaby". Book by Sarah Dessen, May 27, 2002.

The first boy was always the hardest.

Boys, Firsts, Hardest

"That Summer". Book by Sarah Dessen, October 1996.

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.

Heart, Pride, My Best Friend

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.18, Penguin

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

Fake, Trying, Matter

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.14, Penguin

It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and end up so totally different. Family, or lack of it, counts for more than you'd think.

Growing Up, School, Thinking

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.31, Penguin

Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

Stars, Shoes, Risk

Love is so unpredictable. Sometimes you'll know a man for years and then one day, boom! Suddenly you see him in a different way. And other times, it's that first date, that first moment. That's what makes it so great.

Love Is, Men, Years

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.179, Penguin

He doesn’t love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didn’t know any better. When I trusted everyone. I’m not that person any more. He’s just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but he’s just a boy. There were a lot of them.

Hurt, Boys, Fifteen

Sarah Dessen (2003). “How to Deal”, Puffin

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

Hurt, Eyebrows, Scar

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.181, Penguin

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.

Writing, Wrapping Paper, Notes

I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75 and start losing momentum - and I kind of pull it together at the end, but by then I think it's just all over. It's become almost a running joke among my agent and my editor - I always say that, so they don't take me seriously anymore.

Running, Book, Writing

It's a great compliment that people think they're fast reads. It's always funny to me because it takes so long to get a book (written) -- for me, it's never quick.

Book, Thinking, Long

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

Summer, School, Long

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