Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
mean fate long
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.
secret together stranger
instead, we just sat there, together but really apart, watching a show about a stranger and all her secrets, while keeping our own to ourselves, as always.
missing happened
After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.
stupid night doe
Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.
giving special needs
If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.
endless
Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.
thinking minutes happens
You know the minute you stop thinking about it, it'll happen.
moving broken people
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
beautiful girl home
It's true. It's like the hidden secret that no one tells you. we can all be beautiful girls, Colie. it's so easy. it's like Dorothy clicking her heels to go home. You could do it all along.
needs bad-things knows
When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.
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.
mom mother believe
So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.
firsts bitter weak
Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.
stupid stupid-things destined
Maybe we were all destined to just keep doing the same stupid things, over and over again, never really learning a single thing.