Quotes from Sarah Dessen

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

Sometimes, fewer choices can be a good thing.

He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.

Life is big and huge and scary. But you have to go and take your part of it. There's a reason the saying is 'Seize the day,' not 'Wait for it to come along at some point.

It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

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

All I want is someone decent." She sniffled again, her eyes filling with tears. "You know? Kind. Good. Like in all those love stories I'm such an expert on. It can't just be fiction. It can't. Those guys are out there, I know it. I just can't find them." Those guys were out there. In fact, one was watching us right now, somewhere nearby. Keeping his distance, knowing she needed me to herself right then, but still, just outside the door.

its been a long night aren't they all?

No, no, no to Tallyho.

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

Conciseness is underrated

Hollis I said you're messing with me right now aren't you You're in Paris or somewhere and just- What he replied. No This is the real deal. Here I'll prove it. There was a muffled noise followed by some static. Then I heard my mother recite at a distance in her most droll flat tone Yes. It is true. Your brother is in love and in my kitchen.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and end up so totally different. Family, or lack of it, counts for more than you'd think.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

Once I turned eighteen, I could cut myself off from everyone and finally get what I wanted, which was to be on my own, once and for all. ~Ruby, pg 38

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

I listened for the voice I knew so well, the one I always heard at the beginning. Good girl, Macy! You're doing great! You know the first steps are the hardest part! They were. Sometimes I felt so out of sync, it was all could do not to quit after a few strides. But I kept on, as I did now. I had to, to get to the next part, this part, where I finally caught up with Wes, my shadow aligning itself with his, an dhe turned to look at me, pushing his hair our of his eyes.

Funny how a beautiful song could tell such an ugly story.

True friendship is a promise you keep forever.

I'm not saying I'm a liar,' I told him. He raised his eyebrows. 'That's not how I meant it, anyway.' 'How'd you mean it, then?' I was digging myself a hole here, and I knew it. But still, I tried to explain myself. 'It's just... I don't always say what I feel.' 'Why not?' 'Because the truth sometimes hurts,' I said. 'Yeah,' he said. 'So do lies, though.

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible