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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 19

All Quotes Acceptance Age Balance Beach Bike Challenges Children Choices Coffee Commitment Dad Determination Disappointment Divorce Doubt Eating Failing Fate Feelings Fighting Fun Giving Giving Up Goodbye Grief Grieving Growing Up Heart High School Home House Hurt Inspirational Kissing Language Leaving Liars Life Listening Love Lying Memories Mom Moon Morning Past Planning Reading Regret Risk Running Sadness School Self Esteem Silence Sleep Struggle Students Summer Understanding Waiting Walking Water Work Out Worry Writing

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

Love, Goes On, This Lullaby

I really just love to read, period, whether it be books or magazines or the back of the cereal box. It's the one thing I can always count on to calm me down, take me away and inspire me, all at once.

Book, Cereal, Inspire

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

Thinking, Wanted, Right Now

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.231, Penguin

If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.

Forever, Want, Ifs

"The Truth About Forever". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2004.

'I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?'

Running, Wings, Said

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.261, Penguin

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

Acceptance, Hard

But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

Song, Men, Bed

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.231, Penguin

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 my waist, pulling me closer. 'So,' I said. 'Tell me' 'It's an animal attraction,' he said simply. 'Totally chemical.' 'Hmm,' I said. 'You could be right.' 'It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me.' 'No?' 'Nope.' His hands were in my hair now, and I was leaning in, not able to totally make out his face, but his voice was clear, close to my ear. 'Just that you do.

Animal, Voice, Hair

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Silence, Ears, Loud

Sarah Dessen (2006). “Just Listen: A Novel”, Viking Childrens Books

That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things weren’t so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I’d come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

Eye, Dark, Light

"Lock and Key". Book by Sarah Dessen, April 22, 2008.

The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters-I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true.

Mother, Balance, Add

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

Middle, Undefined, Vague

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

Moving On, Break Up, Stay Strong

Sarah Dessen (2006). “Just Listen: A Novel”, Viking Childrens Books

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Memories, Together, Pieces

Sarah Dessen (2006). “Just Listen: A Novel”, Viking Childrens Books

Who would have thought that grieving an old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel? Yet another thing you only find out once it's happening to you.

Grieving, Enjoy, Old Relationship

I'm always hopeful. I feel like I'm at the prom sitting against the wall waiting for someone to ask me to dance.

Wall, Waiting, Hopeful

and I wondered if, in the end, this is how all disputes are settled, with a shared silence as things become equal. You take something from me, I take something from you. We all want balance, one way or another.

Silence, Balance, Want

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.240, Penguin

Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.

Thinking, People, Want

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

Findings

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.115, Penguin

I waited. Because with Eli, he was never trying to get you to finish for him. He always knew where he was going, even if it took a little while to get there.

Trying, Littles, Ifs

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.264, Penguin

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.

Fear, Memories, Real

"Just Listen". Book by Sarah Dessen, April 6, 2006.

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

Judgement, Supportive, Experts

"I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia salad" Dexter picked up a box of Twinkies, tossing them into the cart. "And Twinkies." "It is... Except that it's a cookout thrown by my mother." "And?" "And my mother doesn't cook." He looked at me waiting. "At all. My mother doesn't cook at all." "She must cook sometimes." "Nope." "Everyone can make scrambled eggs, Remy. It's programmed into you at birth, the default setting. Like being able to swim and knowing not to mix pickles with oatmeal. You just KNOW."

Mother, Dog, Oatmeal

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

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

Yards, Twelve, Littles

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.78, Penguin

The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.

Believe, People, Easier

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.166, Penguin

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