Sarah Dessen Quotes

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

Hey Cass, I'd say, hand me that toothpaste.

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.

I've given lots of people chances, she said suddenly, as if Marion was still in the room to hear us. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

I dialed the number slowly, wanting to get it right. Two rings, and he picked up.

Man," he said. "You are, like, so impatient."

Sitting in front of my parents' house as he kissed me goodnight: Which two planets are almost identical in size?

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"

This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

He wasn't the type for displays of affection, either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes, and got annoyed at even the slightest sappy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me: he just conveyed it more subtly, as concise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way he'd put his hand on the small of my back, for instance, or how he'd smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more, but I'd come around to his way of thinking in the time we'd been together. And we were together, all the time. So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story