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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 12

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As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

Forever, Speechless, Rebuttal

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.114, Penguin

The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

Sorry, Hot, World

But I always worked harder when I was up against something, or when someone assumed I couldn't succeed. That's what drove me, all those nights studying. The fact that so many figured I couldn't do it.

Night, Succeed, Facts

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.61, Penguin

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

Bad Things

Sarah Dessen (2011). “This Lullaby”, p.73, Hachette UK

In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.

Light, Names, Flesh

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.73, Penguin

n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

Dark, Thinking, Years

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

Pain, Shows

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.77, Penguin

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

Shooting, Possibility, Endless Possibilities

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.85, Penguin

One word," Ted replied, dead serious, "can change the whole world." There was a moment while we all considered this. Finally Lissa said to Chloe, loud enough for all of us to hear (she'd had a minibottle or two herself), "I bet he did really well on his SATs.

Two, Chloe, World

Sarah Dessen (2011). “This Lullaby”, p.102, Hachette UK

It was a basic plot in any number of her books: girl strikes out, makes good, finds love, gets revenge. In that order. The making good and striking out part I liked. The rest would just be bonus.

Girl, Revenge, Book

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.108, Penguin

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

Past, World, Headings

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.343, Penguin

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

Waiting, Sound, Kind

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.25, Penguin

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.

Done, Pages, Firsts

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.80, Penguin

So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.

Mom, Mother, Believe

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

Firsts, Sometimes, Charm

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.260, Penguin

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.

Goodbye, Bail, World

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.45, Penguin

Says the girl with no thyme.

Girl, Thyme

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.150, Penguin

All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves out and fill the space she'd left behind.

Space, Stories, Rooms

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.13, Penguin

Once she'd loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings, but now she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. She'd given up the cheese and bacon, sworn off Burger King, and when I wouldn't do the same she gave me back my ring. I stood there by the romaine lettuce, feeling my heart pine. Wishing that this meatless beauty still would be all mine. She turned around to go to checkout, fifteen items or less. And I knew this was the last go-round, so this is what I said. ... "Don't you ever give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

Sweet, Kings, Princess

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.

Goodbye, Farewell, Emotional

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.210, Penguin

Because' I repeated, as a breeze blew over us, "sometimes things just happen. That aren't expected. Or on the list." "Such as?" he asked "I don't know," I said, frustrated. "That's the point. It would be out of the blue, taking us by surprise. Something we might not be prepared for." "But we will be prepared," he said, confused. "We'll have the list.

Confused, Blue, Frustrated

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.366, Penguin

And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

Long, Hopeful, Comfort

In Anger Management,' he said,'we had to do all this role-playing stuff. You know, to get used to handling things in a less volatile way.' 'You role-played,' I said, trying to picture this. 'I had to. It was court-ordered.

Trying, Role Playing, Roles

Impulsiveness can be charming but deliberation can have an appeal, as well.

Charming, Deliberation, Appeals

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

Stupid, Night, Doe

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.137, Penguin

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