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Sarah Dessen Quotes - Page 30

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

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

Thinking, Way Of Thinking, Negative

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.169, Penguin

You punched him by accident.

Accidents

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.360, Penguin

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.

Thinking, Differences, Easy

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.141, Penguin

She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project, get her definition. But as she ran a finger slowly across the faces, identifying each one, it occurred to me that maybe this was her answer. All those names, strung together like beads on a chain. Coming together, splitting apart, but still and always, a family. (page 289) ~Ruby

Names, Together, Pages

...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.

Want, Knows, Ifs

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.58, Penguin

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

Heart, Broken, Arms

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.245, Penguin

So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

House, Toilets

After the group vet appointment--during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in the waiting room--we went back to Sabrina's and re-released the cats to their natural habitat.

Cat, Waiting Rooms, Groups

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.174, Penguin

If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.

Giving, Special, Needs

"Keeping the Moon". Book by Sarah Dessen, 1999.

I love YA, and it's been a really good fit for me. But at some point, I would like to try something else: a collection of short stories, or writing about something other than high school. A lot has happened to me since I was eighteen.

Writing, School, Trying

After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.

Nice, Littles, Too Much

The girl in the tight black dress was passing by us now, eyeing Wes and walking entirely too slowly. "Hi," she said, and he nodded at her but didn't reply. Knew it, I thought. Honestly," I said. What?" Come on. You have to admit, it's sort of ridiculous." What is?" Now that I had to define it, I found myself struggling for the right words. "You know," I said, then figured Kristy had really summed it up best. "The sa-woon." The what?

Girl, Struggle, Passing By

Sarah Dessen (2008). “The Truth About Forever”, p.171, Penguin UK

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

Song, Children, Memories

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.156, Penguin

But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids. I didn't care if they sang to me. All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again, pulling me upward into light, to drown.

Block, Sleep, Light

"Dreamland". Book by Sarah Dessen, September 1, 2000.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

Crazy, Sailing, Here And There

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.

Best Love, Sweet Love, Love Is

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

Forever

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.154, Penguin

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.

Book, Like You, Plaid

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.20, Penguin

I've seen what commitment leads to. Going in is the easy part. It's the ending that sucks! -Remy

Commitment, Easy

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.155, Penguin

The only trick was never giving more that you were willing to lose.

Giving, Just Friends, Lock And Key

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

Morgan sighed. "I," she announced, "am so pathetic." "You are not," I said. "I am." She went over and straightened the cling wrap, corner to corner. "Do you know how many times I've brought in devilled eggs? This is, like, the only time I haven't been sobbing and that's only 'cause I cried all night. And Norman," she said, her voice rising to a wail, "sweet Norman, always just acts so surprised to see the eggs, and pleased, and he never, once, has ever acted like he knew what they meant."

Sweet, Night, Eggs

"Keeping the Moon". Book by Sarah Dessen, September 1, 1999.

We sat there, not talking, for a few minutes. He ate the Moon Pie; only skinny people can scarf down junk food like that. Finally, I said, "Norman?" "Yeah?" "Are you ever going to show me the painting?" "Man," he said. "You are, like, so impatient." "I am not," I said. "I've been waiting forever." "Okay, okay." He stood up and went over to the corner, picking up the painting and bringing it over to rest against the bright pink belly of one of the mannequins. Then, he handed me a bandana. "Tie that on.

Moon, Men, Talking

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Keeping the Moon”, p.220, Penguin

…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?

Forever, Want, Lasts

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.59, Penguin

And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed Dexter, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing me into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us.

Sports, Drinking, Coffee

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

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

Important

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

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