Quotes from Sarah Dessen

Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response." Another few seconds passed. Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.

I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

I understood now. This voice, the one that had been trying to get my attention all this time, calling out to me, begging me to hear it - it wasn't Will's. It was mine.

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.

I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the first time in a while, it felt like it already was full.

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

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

I really just love to read, period, whether it be books or magazines or the back of the cereal box. It's the one thing I can always count on to calm me down, take me away and inspire me, all at once.

And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

I write thank-you notes the minute I throw the wrapping paper away.