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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 11

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When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

Kids, Perfect, Want

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.188, Penguin

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.If you take nothing else from what I've been through, at least remember this: make your choices well. Because you'll always be accountable for them. That's what being an adult is all about.

Mistake, Forever, Choices

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.184, Penguin

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

Thinking, Waiting, Chance

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.176, Penguin

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

Scare, Littles, Ifs

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.101, Penguin

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

Different, Looks, World

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

Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.

Understood

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

What happened to goodbye?

Goodbye, Missing Someone, Happened

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.2, Penguin

Life is long. Just because you don't get your chance right when you want or expect it doesn't mean it won't come. Fate doesn't punch a time clock or consult a schedule.

Mean, Fate, Long

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.176, Penguin

I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

Morning, Sorry, Eye

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.87, Penguin

The thing is, you can’t always have the best of everything. Because for a life to be real, you need it all: good and bad, beach and concrete, the familiar and the unknown, big talkers and small towns.

Beach, Real, Needs

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.230, Penguin

But the bottom line is that, as humans, we are by nature selfish creatures. The only way we care about anything, really, is by making it about us.

Selfish, Lines, Way

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

Growing Up, Long, Enough

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.164, Penguin

Teenagers are a great audience and they are fearless about asking what they want to know.

Teenager, Fearless, Asking

I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red. This was the time we knew best, that stretch of day going from dusk to dark. It seemed like we were always waiting for nighttime here. I could feel the trampoline easing up and down, moved by our own breathing, bringing us in small increments up and back from the sky as the colors faded, slowly, and the stars began to show themselves.

Stars, Dark, Color

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.31, Penguin

I planned my whole future around Adam," she said now, quietly. "And now I have nothing." "No," I told her, "now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet.

Differences, Adam, Bigs

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.117, Penguin

So," she went on, "it got me thinking about what cost beauty. Or for that matter, what cost anything? Would you trade love for beauty? Or happiness for beauty? Could a gorgeous person with a mean streak be a worthy trade? And if you did make the trade, decide you'd take that beautiful swan and hope it wouldn't turn on you, what would you do if it did?

Beautiful, Mean, Thinking

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.125, Penguin

Welcome to adulthood," she said. "It sucks as much as high school.

School, Welcome, Said

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.169, Penguin

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

Differences, Way, Understood

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.171, Penguin

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

Stories, Pages, Knows

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.279, Penguin

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

Summer, Real, Sight

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.204, Penguin

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.

Real, Sight, Leaving

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

Mean, Forever, Gone

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.219, Penguin

I drove off, with my friends watching me go, all of them grouped on Lissa's hood. As I pulled onto the road, I glanced into the rearview and saw them: they were waving, hands moving through the air, their voices loud, calling out after me. The square of that mirror was like a frame, holding this picture of them saying good-bye, pushing me forward, before shifting gently out of sight, inch by fluid inch, as I turned away.

Moving, Squares, Mirrors

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.223, Penguin

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

Age, Improvement, Eighteen

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.116, Penguin

I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark.

Grateful, Dark, Light

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.115, Penguin

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