Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
song stories glances
Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.
knives spoons forks
You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!
important
None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.
ifs only-time
If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.
hands done return
I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.
trying new-friends forget
Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?
believe ideas return
How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.
talking want instinct
If this was my instinct talking, I didn‟t want to hear what it was saying.
heart doors yellow
But the original was there as well—more jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side
knowing not-knowing better-off
Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing
levels safe dangerous
There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.
believe together happy-endings
Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.
pain hair mourning
So what do you wear to dump somebody?" she asked me, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. "Black, for mourning? Or something cheerful and colorful, to distract them from their pain? Or maybe you wear some sort of camouflage, something that will help you disappear quickly in case they don't take it well.
differences adam bigs
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.