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Sarah Dessen Quotes about Heart

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The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.

The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.

Inspirational, Motivational, Heart

Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.

Life, Falling In Love, Heart

The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote

Love, Heart, Fate

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.180, Penguin

When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.

Heart, Air, World

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.52, Penguin

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

Heart, World, Quiet

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

I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her entirely. No matter how strong or weak I was, she was a part of me, as crucial as my own heart. I would never be strong enough, in all my life, to do without her.

Mother, Strong, Heart

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

But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side

Heart, Doors, Yellow

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.254, Penguin

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

Heart, Able, Faces

Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.83, Penguin

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.

Heart, Way, Faces

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.93, Penguin

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.

Heart, Pride, My Best Friend

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.18, Penguin

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

Heart, First Love, Firsts

Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.95, Penguin

I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome. "Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.

Heart, Hands, Space

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.262, Penguin

The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

Fall, Heart, Knowing

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.173, Penguin

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

Mother, Heart, Sight

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.210, Penguin

But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?

Heart, Thinking, Forever

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.180, Penguin

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

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

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