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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 27

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In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

Firsts, World, Hours

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.156, Penguin

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

Life, Real, Stories

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.226, Penguin

You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

Relationship, Light, Complicated

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

Distance, Grief, Depth

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.71, Penguin

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.

People, Succeed

As for me, I was just trying to get it right, whatever that means. But now I finally felt I was on my way. Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine. The one that began in this moment, with Wes, in a kiss that took my breath away, then gave it back - leaving meastounded, amazed and most of all, alive.

Mean, Kissing, Choices

D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

Philadelphia, Austin, Baltimore

Sarah Dessen (2011). “This Lullaby”, p.239, Hachette UK

Maybe marriage, like life, is'nt only about the big moments, whether they be good or bad. Maybe it's all the small things — like being guided slowly forward, surely, day after day — that stretches out to strengthen even the most tenuous bond.

Life Is, Moments, Bigs

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

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

Thinking, Age, Made

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.241, Penguin

Maybe it was true, and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. Not about any one thing, but everything.

Girl, Jeans, Riding

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.149, Penguin

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

Break Up, Breakup, Hurt

Sarah Dessen (2011). “This Lullaby”, p.167, Hachette UK

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

Easy, Enough, Persons

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.224, Penguin

He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.

Nice, Simple, Two

"What Happened To Goodbye". Book by Sarah Dessen, May 10, 2011.

Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect.' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.

Coffee, Mean, Tables

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.135, Penguin

I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be one of so many, to have not just parents and siblings but cousins and aunts and uncles, an entire tribe to claim as your own. Maybe you would feel lost in the crowd. Or sheltered by it. Whatever the case, one things was for sure: like it or not, you'd never be alone.

Cousin, Uncles, Sibling

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.132, Penguin

As far as I was concerned, we'd come to a draw: I hadn't wanted to come, and she didn't want me to leave. We were even. But I knew my mother wouldn't see it that way. Lately, we didn't seem to see anything the same.

Mother, Want, Way

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.15, Penguin

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

People, Rooms, Chance

"Someone like You". Book by Sarah Dessen, 1998.

I was born in 1970 in Illinois, but all the life I remember I've spent in Chapel Hill, N.C.

Illinois, Remember, Hills

And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.

Memories, Heart, Hands

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.133, Penguin

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

Heart, Dry, Source

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.163, Penguin

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Perfect, Pieces, Diverse

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.87, Penguin

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

Nice, Nice Things, Spots

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.27, Penguin

Yes, it sucked getting dumped. But wasn't it better to just be brutally honest? To admit that your feeling for someone is never going to be powerful enough to justify taking up any more of their time? I was doing him a favor, really. Freeing him up for a better opportunity. In fact, I was a practically a saint, if you really thought about it. Exactly.

Powerful, Opportunity, Feelings

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.23, Penguin

He's getting dumped. And he doesn't even know it yet. He's probably eating a cheeseburger or flossing or picking up his dry cleaning, and he has no idea. No inkling.

Ideas, Dry Cleaning, Eating

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.23, Penguin

So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.

Pain, Hair, Mourning

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.22, Penguin

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