Quotes from Sara Zarr

This was why Mom had told me to keep an eye on her. As tough as Dixie was, when it came to Dad she was a regular girl who wanted her father to love her. So

The Lord doesn't give a person more than he knows they can bear.

You have to dig down and find some part of you that doesn't care what people think, doesn't care if it's hard, doesn't care if it hurts, doesn't care if you have to momentarily experience humiliation, uncertainty, fear.

Story of a Girl By:Sara Zarr *Lexile:760 SRC:12 pts. *Personal Issues *Choice of getting a job to move out *Major Choice *In Process of making it happen *It effects her bother his girlfriend and their baby, because they will move out with her too. *Sometimes we need to take choices that will make your life easier and also others.

I didn`t say it didn`t feel good... They never tell you this part in sex ed, how to talk about what you did and why you did it and what you thought about it, before, during, and after.

Only, don`t mistake a new place for a new you. I`ve done that more than once. You asked me before why I stay here. Maybe that`s why, he said, now that I think about it. Might as well deal with myself right here. It`s as good a place as any.

As much I love to imagine being alone in an orderly lab, I also know you can't stay in there forever and expect to do good work. Life is one of those experiments meant to be conducted in a stimulating, messy environment.

You used to not give a damn about anything, but that was because you were brave, not cynical. You used to have so much courage.

And I'll dream about living there one day myself, about boats and bicycles and water, and a dog running next to me on the road, in the green, green afternoon light.

Why do people...we...why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love? He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. 'I guess...because there's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard or painful or whatever obscure the beauty.

I'd been in bed for an hour without falling asleep, going over my day and all the ways I had been weird at school.

Ethan didn't know anything about the fat girl, the Cootie Twin, the loner and reject. The only person who had ever picked Jennifer Harris was Cameron Quick, and sometimes when I was with Ethan I felt the smallest twinge of guilt, like being with him was a betrayal. The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he'd done for me and what we'd been through together, even if that loyalty was to a ghost.

reigning Miss Predictability, Steph said, proudly representing the fine state of Utah. My inability to be spontaneous is part of my charm. It's true. You wouldn't be you otherwise.

Happy Birthday, Jennifer. And a pencil-line drawing of a house. And under a piece of Scotch tape a ring, just a cheap ring with a blue glass stone. I'm back , it read. Love, Cameron Quick.

At least you know what you want. I don't know what I want. Then he was quiet for a long time. We were almost home before he said, Just want to be with you. Like this. My heart sped up. I made a joke. That's probably not a viable career option. Yeah, he said, laughing a little. Probably not.

Do you ever feel helpless? Helpless, useless, clueless. And old. Don't forget old.

The doorbell rang during dinner. Alan got up to answer, saying, If it's the missionaries I might let them in. I'm too tired to put up a fight.

We're going to trick-or-treat, she said. I don't care how old we are. We are going to exploit the free candy situation to its maximum potential because it might be our last chance, ever.

I won't drink at the party, he said quickly. If you don't want me to, I won't. I swear it right now. My hand is on a stack of Bibles. I paused. That's very chivalrous. Chivalrous would be my middle name, if I could spell it.

When do you think you're leaving? I asked. I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for. Even though we didn't go back to your old house? That was only part of it, he said. Not the main thing. A few more big flakes of snow drifted down from the starlit sky. And what was the main thing? This, he said. Right here.

They're lucky, I said. I was already imagining our good-bye-we'd both cry, we'd have a good long hug, we'd say things we might be scared to say if we knew we had to look each other in the eye the next day. I don't know about that. I can be a pain. He laughed then, and bit into a donut. You might have noticed. I laughed, too. Might have.

The sight of them (her friends) let a little air into her soul.

counted because things in my life had a way of disappearing on me, and I'd learned not to trust what I thought was there. What

That's what music did. It made you feel. ... Music, her grandfather always told her, was language. A special language, a gift from the Muses, something all people are born understanding but few people can thoroughly translate.