Sarah Dessen (born June 6, 1970) is an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.
I'd learn that it's not just where you go, but how you choose to get there. So I pulled that sign off the green bike - ENJOY YOUR RIDE! - and went inside to take the first step toward doing just that.
It’s funny how one summer can change everything.
Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.
closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby. " All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.
She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.
Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked do hare, all alone to grow.
It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing.
He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.
Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect. ' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.
Everyone had a forever.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.
And don't change for a guy, ever," Leah added. "If they're worthy, they'll like you just the way you are.
I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.
You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.
Listen,"Kristy said," the truth is,nothing is guranteed. You know better than anybody. " She looked at me hard,making sure I knew what she meant. I did. "So don't be afraid. Be alive.
There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.
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.
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?
It's a great compliment that people think they're fast reads. It's always funny to me because it takes so long to get a book (written) -- for me, it's never quick.