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By Anonym 18 Sep

Sarah Dessen

The important thing to remember, ... is that you are a human being and worthy of respect.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things weren’t so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I’d come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

So much had happened that morning. Yet it was this image, this moment, that i kept going back to hours later, after we'd made it safely to the walkway and gone our separate ways to classes. How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing if i fell, at least i wouldn't do it alone.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

It was the only time I'd ever heard someone ask, "Can you grab me the spoon?" as opposed to "a spoon," which at least connoted there was more than one.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sarah Dessen

This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Call it crazy, or just chicken salad.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Every book teaches me something about my process, and they are all challenging in one way or another.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Isn't it weird," I said, "the way you remember things, when someone's gone?" What do you mean?" I ate another piece of waffle. "When my dad first died, all I could think about was that day. It's taken me so long to be able to think back to before that, to everything else." Wes was nodding before I even finished. "It's even worse when someone's sick for a long time," he said. "You forget they were ever healthy, ever okay. It's like there was never a time when you weren't waiting for something awful to happen." But there was," I said. "I mean, it's only been in the last few months that I've started remembering all this good stuff, funny stuff about my dad. I can't believe I ever forgot it in the first place." You didn't forget," Wes said, taking a sip of his water. "You just couldn't remember right then. But now you're ready to, so you can." I thought about this as I finished off my waffle.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

But you don’t have to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.” “You don’t have to assume the worst about everyone, either. The world isn’t always out to get you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I know there were no guaratnees. No way of knowing what came next for me, or him, or anything. Some things dont last forever, but some things do. Like a great song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering close, hoping you still see the person you see there . . . That was the thing, you just never knew. Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Once I’m done with a book, I’m done! I’m just not a sequel kind of girl. By the time I’ve finished a book I’ve read it so many times that it’s time to move on.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was different now was that I was glad. Macy page 199

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sarah Dessen

We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's basic.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Are you crazy? Flirting with Eli Stock in front of Belissa Norwood, in Belissa Norwood’s house, while eating Belissa Norwood’s cupcakes?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

If you try anything, if you try to lose weight, or to improve yourself, or to love, or to make the world a better place, you have already achieved something wonderful, before you even begin. Forget failure. If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud, and try again.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Well, it's New Year's now but I don't feel that way anymore. I wonder if you do either. Something's happening to me. It's like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller and I can't stp it. There's just os much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it. When you left it was like there was this huge gap to fill, but instead of spreading wide enough to do it I just fell right in, and I'm still falling. Like I'm half-asleep, and I can't wake up, can't wake up.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

its been a long night" "aren't they all?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I want the white one

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I knew that it wouldn’t last. It was just a moment, a perfect moment, as time stood still and fleetingly everything fell back into its proper place.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sarah Dessen

When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sarah Dessen

No matter where you are, home or the strangest of places, everyone wants to look like they know where they’re going.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Family," she announced. "They're the people in your life you don't get to pick. The ones that are given to you,as opposed to those you get to choose." "You're bound to them by blood," she continued, her voice flat. "Which, you know, gives you that much more in common. Diseases, genetics, hair, and eye color. It's like they're part of your blueprint. If something's wrong with you, you can usually trace it back to them." I nodded and kept writing. "But," she said, "even though you're stuck with them, at the same time, they're also stuck with you. So that's why they always get the front rows at christenings and funerals. Because they're the ones that are there, you know, from the beginning to the end. Like it or not.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Sarah Dessen

I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I'm not proud of. I wasn't a good student and I wasn't particularly a good daughter. I wasn't very engaged.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Sarah Dessen

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.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sarah Dessen

Restoring order of my personal universe suddenly seemed imperative, as I refolded my T-shirts, stuffed the toes of my shoes with tissue paper, and arranged all the bills in my secret stash box facing the same way, instead of tossed in sloppy and wild, as if by my evil twin. All week, I kept making lists and crossing things off them, ending each day with a sense of great accomplishment eclipsed only by complete and total exhaustion.