Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
secret common spokes
This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud.
stories middle
But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.
believe mines
It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.
real fake firsts
This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.
like-you certain blocked
How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.
pushing energy molecules
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.
couple mean kids
You know, when you think about it, that’s kind of a weird thing. I mean it’s meant to be sympathetic, right? But it’s kind of not. Like you’re telling the person there’s nothing unique about what they’re saying I considered this as a couple of kids on Rollerblades whizzed past, hockey sticks over their shoulders. “Yeah,” I said, finally, “but you could also look at it the other way. Like no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.
accidents
You punched him by accident.
mad people world
People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.
feelings realizing sinking
It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.
car sound car-wash
Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.
circumstances i-can do-the-best
I just do the best I can under the circumstances.
honesty faces principles
Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.
fall heart knowing
The chances we take, knowing no better than to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in... protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.