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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 23

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It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.

It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.

Scare, Needs, Want

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

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

Scar

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.176, Penguin

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.

Book, Writing, Thinking

I think part of the problem sometimes is that there's so much happening in my books, to whittle it down into a single script is hard.

Book, Thinking, Scripts

"Author Sarah Dessen on turning her books into movies and why she thanks Mandy Moore every day" by Jean Bentley, www.mtv.com. May 09, 2011.

Maybe other writers have perfect first drafts, but I am not one of them. I always try to get the book as tight as I can, but you reach a point as the author where you have lost all perspective.

Book, Perfect, Perspective

Interview with Regina Hayes, www.slate.com. June 7, 2013.

I was so thrilled that I was having a girl, because I just am so girly myself, but I think the teenage years are going to be very interesting.

Girl, Teenage, Thinking

The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

Past, Way, Ends

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.338, Penguin

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

Passing By, Glances, Passings

Sarah Dessen (2007). “Just Listen”, p.372, Penguin UK

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

Sleep, Dark, Night

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.190, Penguin

So finally, I decided that the best response — the safest — was none at all.

Response, Decided

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.61, Penguin

I wanted to be somewhere else ... Someplace where the sight of me sobbing would tie me to no one and no one to me.

Sight, Somewhere Else, Ties

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

Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.

Girl, Boys, Ordinary

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.90, Penguin

Apologies come in all shapes and sizes. You can give diamonds, candy, flowers, or just your deepest heartfelt sentiment.

Flower, Apology, Giving

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.148, Penguin

And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

Dad, Firsts, Steps

Sarah Dessen (2008). “The Truth About Forever”, p.255, Penguin UK

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

Challenges, Ifs

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.227, Penguin

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

Crazy, Awful, Ends

Sarah Dessen (2008). “The Truth About Forever”, p.285, Penguin UK

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

Lonely, Bored, Matter

I'd been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I'd always been within arm's reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.

Safe, Arms, Would Be

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.353, Penguin

Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied

Basketball, Dad, Past

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

Pieces, Like You, Seeing

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.48, Penguin

Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.

Hurt, Lying, Sometimes

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.110, Penguin

And don't change for a guy, ever," Leah added. "If they're worthy, they'll like you just the way you are.

Guy, Way, Like You

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.129, Penguin

It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.

Song, People, Tunes

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.79, Penguin

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

Together, World, Constant

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.170, Penguin

I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.

Running, Home, Dark

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.170, Penguin

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