Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
sight keys looks
You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I could make it out, buried deep beneath. Out of sight, hard to recognize, but still able to be found, even if I was the only one to ever look for it.
hands cases against-love
But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.
heart thinking forever
But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?
beautiful believe hair
She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.
pauses pathetic
Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.
differences together stories
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging on just these things, tiny increments that together build a life. Like words build a story, and what had Ted said? One word can change the entire world.
buying crime said
What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?
forever depends you-choose
It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing.
forever want lasts
…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?
worry littles might
Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow
you-choose
…It’s not just where you go, but how you choose to get there.
children kids parent
You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.
together world constant
I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.
running home dark
I'd been running for years: there was nothing scarier, to me, than to just be still with someone. And yet, there on that dark road, going home, I was.