Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
hurt people kind
We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.
eggs broken trying
And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.
crazy trying relax
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.
stars light looks
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.
mistake forever matter
The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
beach real needs
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.
nice mean writing
I just can't ever be a free spirit and just relax. When it comes to work, this is good. I'm very disciplined, which with writing is often half the battle, or more. But it also means that if I want to, say, play hooky and chocolate and watch Bravo all afternoon, I feel horribly guilty. I wish I could find a nice balance.
crazy awful ends
Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.
problem bigger bigger-problems
If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.
summer boys might
My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.
writing thinking worry
I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.
moon sky knowing
As impossible, in fact, as keeping the moon...So I looked down the line at all my friends, knowing I would always remember this. And then I turned my gaze back up to the sky, and put my faith in that moon and its return.
simple office hey
You just walk over there and into the office and say, 'Hey, be my prom date,'" he said. "It's that simple.
long trying different
Clearly, sharing something could take you a long way, or at least to a different place than you'd planned. Like a friendship or a family, or even jsut alone on a curb on a Saturday, trying to get your bearings as best you can.