About Sarah Dessen: Sarah Dessen is an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
For as long as I could remember, other people had either overshadowed me or left me out in the open, alone. But Mac, as Layla had said all those weeks ago, was always somewhere nearby. He left me enough space to stand alone, but stood at the ready fo...
You get used to people being a certain way; you depend on it. And when they surprise you, for better or worse, it can shake you to your core.
I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.
Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.
With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.
It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and end up so totally different. Family, or lack of it, counts for more than you'd think.
Finally he asks, "What if that's not enough? What if I need something else?" And she replies, "Whatever you need, I will find a way to get it to you. I will give you the moon, and more.
I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in ...
You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.
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.
If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feeling like the bitter end.
That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened-good, bad, or anywhere in between-it was always, if nothing else, all your own.
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be one of so many, to have not just parents and siblings but cousins and aunts and uncles, an entire tribe to claim as your own. Maybe you would feel lost in the crowd. Or sheltered by it. Whatever the case...
The best gifts come from the heart, not the store.
After the group vet appointment--during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in the waiting room--we went back to Sabrina's and re-released the cats to their natural habitat.
But wasn't that always the way. It's never something huge that changes everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you're busy focusing on the big picture.
Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.
Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.
I want the white one
I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.
These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.
