Sarah Dessen.. Page 1

It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding that exact point when everything changed –That Summer

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend. -Someone Like You

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand. -Someone Like You

But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that. It's this great rush, like for that one second everything's okay with the world again. It's amazing. –Keeping the Moon

It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you.  We can all be beautiful girls.  It's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home.  You could do it all along - Keeping the Moon

It was kind of like automatic pilot; I just shut down and retreated, my brain clicking off before anything that hurt could sink in. -Keeping the Moon

And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. But, the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And thats the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot. –This Lullaby

My cold, hard heart exposed, finally, for what it truly was. Fair warning, I thought. I should have told you from the start. I will let you down. -This Lullaby

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.– This Lullaby

In the end, I'll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.- This Lullaby

And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you –This Lullaby

I knew that there were no guarentees. No way of knowing what came next for me, for him, or anybody. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there... -This Lullaby

Love is an excuse to put with the shit that you shouldn't. That's how it gets you. It throws off the scales so that things that should weigh heavily don't seem to. It's a crock. A trap. --This Lullaby

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.  –This Lullaby

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done. –This Lullaby

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both. –This Lullaby

Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd be resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big way, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening. –This Lullaby

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 not be forever. - This Lullaby

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance... Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential. –The Truth About Forever

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of. -The Truth About Forver

The chances we take, knowing no better, to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in, protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips. -The Truth About Forever

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. –The Truth About Forever

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough. -The Truth About Forever

I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is. - The Truth About Forever

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