Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
Sarah Dessen quotes about
passing-by glances passings
I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.
moving-on break-up stay-strong
All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.
endless
Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.
daughter thinking matter
It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.
dream hopeful way
As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.
expect-nothing worst disappointed
If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.
kind lock-and-key happens
Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.
principles theory ifs
That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened-good, bad, or anywhere in between-it was always, if nothing else, all your own.
who-i-am might way
I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.
sweat perfect want
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
lucky wells ifs
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.
nice littles too-much
After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.
said throat heard
I took in a breath. "What's the one thing you'd do," I asked. "if you could do anything?" Pass," he said. For a second I was sure I'd heard wrong. "What?" He cleared his throat. "I said, I pass." Why?" He turned his head and looked at me. "Because." Because why?" Because I just do.
filling-up space empty
I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.