Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
falling-in-love heart happy-life
Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.
heart world quiet
There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.
inspirational motivational heart
The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.
divorce heartfelt unhappy
It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.
love heart fate
The fate of your heart is your choice and no one else gets a vote
heart doors yellow
But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side
mother heart sight
When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.
mother strong heart
I watched my mother do what she did best, and realized there would never be a way to cut myself from her entirely. No matter how strong or weak I was, she was a part of me, as crucial as my own heart. I would never be strong enough, in all my life, to do without her.
heart able faces
When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.
memories heart hands
And that was it; it was so easy for her. My own memories did not even belong to me. But I knew she was wrong. I had seen that comet. I knew it as well as I knew my own face, my own hands. My own heart.
heart dry source
You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.
heart hands space
I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome. "Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.
heart air world
When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.
heart first-love firsts
That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.