Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
sports girly smart
Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with a bunch of grungy boys. I'd always tell her, why can't I do both? Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?
people whole
What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed there, regardless.
broken imperfect truth-about-forever
Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.
toxic about-yourself feels
Because anyone that can make you feel that bad about yourself is toxic.
tattoo girlfriend smart
It wasn't until Kiffney-Brown, when I met Jason Talbot, that I really thought I might actually have one of those boyfriend kind of stories to tell the next time I got together with my old friends. Jason was smart, good-looking, and seriously on the rebound after his girlfriend at Jackson dumped him for, in his words, 'a juvenile delinquent welder with a tattoo'.
want ifs knows
...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.
basketball dad past
Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied
response decided
So finally, I decided that the best response — the safest — was none at all.
i-like-you giving-up love-you
Don't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.
silence loud silence-is
See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.
long hopeful comfort
And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.
secret common spokes
This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.
locks next bed
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.
differences wish three
Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.