Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself. Sarah Dessen More Quotes by Sarah Dessen More Quotes From Sarah Dessen As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say. Sarah Dessen speechlessrebuttalforever I'd seen another shade of him, and if it had been light where we were now, he'd have seen the same of me. So I was grateful, as I had been so often in my life, for the dark. Sarah Dessen gratefullightdark As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement. Sarah Dessen eighteenimprovementage I planned my whole future around Adam," she said now, quietly. "And now I have nothing." "No," I told her, "now you just don't have Adam. There's a big difference, Lissa. You just can't see it yet. Sarah Dessen adamdifferencesbigs So," she went on, "it got me thinking about what cost beauty. Or for that matter, what cost anything? Would you trade love for beauty? Or happiness for beauty? Could a gorgeous person with a mean streak be a worthy trade? And if you did make the trade, decide you'd take that beautiful swan and hope it wouldn't turn on you, what would you do if it did? Sarah Dessen beautifulmeanthinking I should have told you from the start. I will let you down. Sarah Dessen shouldshould-have I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did. Sarah Dessen painshows The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage. Sarah Dessen sorryhotworld So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride. Sarah Dessen relaxcrazytrying When you've never gotten love from someone, you don't know what it might look like if it ever does appear. You look for it in everything: any bright light overhead could be a star. Sarah Dessen starslightdoe The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you. Sarah Dessen shapesmistakeforever The thing is, you can’t always have the best of everything. Because for a life to be real, you need it all: good and bad, beach and concrete, the familiar and the unknown, big talkers and small towns. Sarah Dessen realbeachneeds I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all. Sarah Dessen eyesorrymorning Life is long. Just because you don't get your chance right when you want or expect it doesn't mean it won't come. Fate doesn't punch a time clock or consult a schedule. Sarah Dessen fatelongmean I spent a lot of time looking at that picture. Wondering what I’d think of that girl, if I was someone else, seeing how easily she sits in her boyfriend’s lap, laughing, with his arms around her. I would have thought her life was perfect, the way I once thought Cass’s was. It was too easy, I was learning, to just assume things. Sarah Dessen girlperfectthinking What happened to goodbye? Sarah Dessen missing-someonehappenedgoodbye Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood. Sarah Dessen understood That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you. Sarah Dessen nice-thingsspotsnice I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red. This was the time we knew best, that stretch of day going from dusk to dark. It seemed like we were always waiting for nighttime here. I could feel the trampoline easing up and down, moved by our own breathing, bringing us in small increments up and back from the sky as the colors faded, slowly, and the stars began to show themselves. Sarah Dessen colorstarsdark I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented. Sarah Dessen lonelinessfeelingsinsomnia
