Quotes from Sarah Dessen

Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?

Suddenly, I felt so helpless. If I hated the crowds but also my own company, where did that leave me?

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities. Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

Theres this other half of him i dont know of, its like he is trying it keep it a secret.... if he would just let me inside so i can help

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

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.

Through my tears, I could hear her, saying it was all going to be okay, and I knew she believed this. But I was sure of something, too: it's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching, and rarely discovered--so many locks, not enough keys.

There's a difference between the words father and dad . And it's more than three words.

I knew I had to keep him to myself, as I'd slowly begun to keep everything. We had secrets now, truths and half-truths, that kept her always at arm's length, behind a closed door, miles away.

Plus the fact that the window I was now facing opened up to the part of the lot where people picked up their brand-new cars. Every few minutes, one of the salesmen would walk someone right to the center of the window, hand them their shiny new keys, and then smile benevolently as they drove off into the sunset, just like in the commercials. What a bunch of shit.

Let's just start and see what happens.

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.

All I could think was that right there, in ever passing second, was the future winding itself own. Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

Being self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside. It starts with the rest of the world and leads back to you.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end..

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise. For some people, it's love. Others, money or alcohol. Mine was even worse: calculus.

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

There's no shame in trying to make stuff work, is how I see it. It's better than just accepting the broken.

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....

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.