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Sarah Dessen Quotes about Running

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It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart and it's just so startling, because it never occurred to you they existed outside of school.

Running, Teacher, School

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.100, Penguin

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

Inspirational, Running, Past

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

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

Running, Sleep, Fighting

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.129, Penguin

Obviously it won't all run smoothly. But it's important to awknowledge that while we may make mistakes, in the long run, we may also learn fromt them.

Running, Mistake, Long

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.79, Penguin

I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

Running, Mean, Different

Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.362, Penguin

I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75 and start losing momentum - and I kind of pull it together at the end, but by then I think it's just all over. It's become almost a running joke among my agent and my editor - I always say that, so they don't take me seriously anymore.

Running, Book, Writing

What were you two talking about?" she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing," I said. "Running." You should have seen your face," she said, her breath hot in my ear. "Sa-woooon.

Running, Doors, Talking

We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

Life, Running, Years

"The Truth About Forever". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2004.

I wasn't sure what I expected her to do or say to this. It was all new to me from that second on. But clearly, she'd been there before. It was obvious in the easy way she shrugged off her bag, letting it fall with a thump onto the sand, before sitting down beside me. She didn't pull me close for a big bonding hug or offer up some saccharine words of comfort, both of which would have sent me running for sure. Instead she gave me nothing but her company, realizing even before I did this that this, in fact, was just what I needed.

Running, Fall, Hug

"Along for the Ride". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2009.

This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.

Running, Simple, Play

Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.231, Penguin

I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?' There were so many questions in life. You couldn't ever have all the answers. But I knew this one. It's so she can fly,' I said. Then I started to run.

Running, Wings, Answers

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.261, Penguin

'I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?'

Running, Wings, Said

Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.261, Penguin

I'd heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran on TV, featuring some dragged-out woman with a limp perm and big, painted-on circles under her eyes, downing vodka and sobbing uncontrollably. "We can't heal you at Evergreen", the very somber voiceover said. "But we can help you to heal yourself." It had become our own running joke, applicable to almost anything. "Hey Cass, "I'd say, "hand me that toothpaste." "Caitlin," she'd say, her voice dark and serious. "I can't hand you the toothpaste. But I CAN help you hand the toothpaste to yourself.

Running, Fun, Stupid

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.222, Penguin

And that was as far as he got before i heard it. The thumping of footsteps, running up the lawn toward me: It seemed like I could hear it through the grass, like leaning your ear to a railroad track and feeling the train coming, miles away. As the noise got closer I could hear ragged breaths, and then a voice. It was my mother.

Mother, Running, Voice

Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.216, 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

A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was - "Mmm-hmmm," Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat.

Running, Views, Hands

"The Truth About Forever". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2004.

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