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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 28

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

Now, see, Wes said, nodding at my plate, this is going to blow your mind. I looked at him. It's a waffle, not the second coming.

Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

Blow, Mind, Waffles

Sarah Dessen (2008). “The Truth About Forever”, p.190, Penguin UK

Writing a novel is like childbirth: once you realize how awful it really is, you never want to do it again.

Writing, Want, Awful

closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby." All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

Eye, Water, Letters

I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.

Block, Thinking, Phoenix

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.310, Penguin

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

Forever, Truth About Forever, Happenings

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.265, Penguin

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

Hey, Woods

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.150, Penguin

I seriously doubt that the Santa police do an underwear check." -Cora

Police, Doubt, Underwear

My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.

Summer, Boys, Might

Sarah Dessen (2004). “That Summer”, p.198, Penguin

Sitting there with them, it was almost hard to remember when I first came to Perkins, so determined to remember to be a one-woman operation to the end. But that was the thing about taking help and giving it, or so I was learning; there was no such thing as really getting even. Instead, this connection, once opened, remained ongoing over time.

Giving, Firsts, Connections

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Lock and Key”, p.214, Penguin UK

It's all about you, Colie." She touched one finger to her temple, tap tap tap. "Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine." There is something infectious about confidence. And for that one moment, with my eyebrows burning and my eyes watering, I believed. "And good hair never hurt either.

Hurt, Believe, Eye

He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.

Ends, Closest

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.221, Penguin

I told you, everyone understands a quest.

Quests

A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. "Yup", he said, as if there'd been any doubt, "you're in there, all right." "I was warned, too,"I told him, as he stood up. "I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted." "The sculpture?" He looked at it, then at me. "Oh, right. Because you know it.

Doubt, Sculpture, Way

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

It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.

Balance, Details, Busy

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.24, Penguin

As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

Desire, Sandwiches, Bread

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.235, Penguin

Everyone laughed, and just like that, the conversation shifted, jumping to another topic. It was fast and furious, the talking, the emotions, the back-and-forth and forth-and-back. I realized that if I tried to focus on it too much, I got overwhelmed. So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.

Crazy, Jumping, Talking

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.227, Penguin

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

Profound, Comforting, Chaos

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.83, Penguin

I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Swimming, Water, Growing

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.245, Penguin

From this distance, in the dimness, the model looked surreal, made up of parts filled with buildings, bordered by long stretches of empty space. It reminded me of the way cities and towns look when you are flying at night. You can't make out much. But the places where people have come together, and stayed, are collections of tiny lights, breaking up the darkness.

Distance, Night, Space

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.146, Penguin

I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.

Real, Eye, Light

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.220, Penguin

You can never be sure of anyone until you're close enough to see them clearly.

Enough

Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.160, Penguin

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

Events, Watches, Repeating History

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.132, Penguin

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

Ideas, Chance, Buried

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.178, Penguin

Society. The same society, I might add, that dictates that little girls should always be sugar and spice and everything nice, which encourages them not to be assertive. And that, in turn, then leads to low self-esteem, which can lead to eating disorders and increased tolerance and acceptance of domestic, sexual, and substance abuse." "You get all that from a pink Onesie?" Leah said after a moment.

Girl, Nice, Self Esteem

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

Becoming, Bother, Clear

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.14, Penguin

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