Quotes from Sarah Dessen

It felt so weird, to be on the other side, where you were the one expected to offer condolences, not receive them. I wanted my sorry to sound genuine, because it was. That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted to say.

I didn't hear the footsteps. Or see the shadow. Instead from where I was crouched on the ground, the green of the grass filling my vision, the first thing I made out were hands, a flat silver ring on the middle finger of each. One was clutching my notes. The other was reaching out for me.

Nicely put," I said. "And all in less than two minutes." "Conciseness is underrated," she said easily.

But you take what you get in this world. What else can you do?

Sus palabras, como la música, tenían el potencial de ser infinitas.

Tantas veces vemos una oportunidad de detener las cosas antes de que empiecen. O incluso de pararlas a medio camino. Pero era incluso peor cuando sabías en ese preciso momento que todavía estabas a tiempo de salvarte, sin embargo eras incapaz de moverte

Despite her misgivings, she understood that he was somehow filling a void we might have not even known was there.

At times, I found myself questioning his very existence, even though I knew I had, in fact, spotted him, with my own eyes.

I'm saying that, you know, we never get to go to the beach and just, you know, let loose. Fall in love and be different, with no permanent record. We live in our permanent record.

But it was one thing to be cold over distance, another entirely when they were in your same zip code.

That's my problem, actually. I don't talk to anybody about what's going on in my head, because I'm afraid they might not be able to take it

Nobody was all bad, I was learning. Even the worst person had someone who cared about them at some point - Sydney Stanford

The World, she said, is chock full of bitchy girls.

I'd never been in love, never felt that surge of feeling or that fall from its graces. I'd only watched as others weathered it: my mother in her garden, Sumner on the front lawn all those years ago, Ashley sobbing from the other side of a wall. I sat kerbside with my best friend and held her, trying to shoulder some of the hurt. There's only so much you can do, in these situations.

I'll see you in Dreamland.

It's the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.

Everything he feels, he feels strongly. Too strongly, sometimes. I think he freaks people out.

need a ride?" "Of course we need a ride!" Scarlett screamed at him. "Are you stupid?" "That would be nice, thank you," I said smoothly

Because in the summers, the world came back to the lake," she'd reply. "And that was when it felt like home.

So many things we ask for, hope for, prayers put out into a world so wide: there was no way they could all be answered. But you had to keep asking. If you didn't, nothing even had a chance of coming true.

You walk around like a dog waiting to be kicked. And when someone does, you pout and cry like you didn't deserve it. No one deserves to be kicked. You do if you don't think you're worth any better.

Esta nana son solo unas pocas palabras Una simple serie de acordes Tranquilo aquí en este cuarto de invitados Pero tu puedes oírla, oírla Donde sea que puedas ir Incluso si te defraudo Esta nana seguirá sonando...

if i were a book i would be so open

This life was fleeting, and I was still searching for the way I wanted to spend it that would make me happy, full, okay again. I didn't know what it was, not yet. But something told me I wouldn't find it here.