Sarah Dessen Quotes
Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.Sarah Dessen
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You honestly can't go wrong with All Saints. I live in their leather!
Mallory Jansen -
I spend all my time right now trying to combat music retail and copyright.
Garth Brooks -
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
Ralph Hodgson -
Indie movies got co-opted by the studio system. The studios insisted that only stars could make movies successful.
Parker Posey -
In this world without quiet corners, there can be no easy escapes from history, from hullabaloo, from terrible, unquiet fuss.
Salman Rushdie -
Write what you like; there is no other rule.
O. Henry
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Everything you'll ever need to know is within you; the secrets of the universe are imprinted on the cells of your body.
Dan Millman -
Nature is trying very hard to make us succeed, but nature does not depend on us. We are not the only experiment.
R. Buckminster Fuller -
I was born in Nizhny Novgorod to a very poor family and unfortunately my father and mother separated when I was very little.
Natalia Vodianova -
I don't find biology as interesting as politics and humanism. I talk more about existential stuff.
Dana Carvey -
I looked it at like this way. To get folks to like you, as a screen player I mean, I figured you had to sort of be their ideal. I don't mean a handsome knight riding a white horse, but a fella who answered the description of a right guy.
Gary Cooper -
I want to be the best advocate and promoter for poetry that I can be.
Natasha Trethewey
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The bells will ring and the marriages will begin. And it's a great day in our state for equal protection under the law for all people.
Kamala Harris -
He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander.
Napoleon Bonaparte -
I liked 'Star Wars' as a kid. I liked science fiction.
Forest Whitaker -
Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the meaningless noise and silence of nature and history.
Octavio Paz -
Remember, social progress only happens when those in society's privileged classes choose to give up their status.
Tammy Bruce -
I've always wanted to do a shoot with snakes - big snakes, like pythons.
Cara Delevingne
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Does inequality in the distribution of income increase or decrease in the course of a country's economic growth?
Simon Kuznets -
Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. He’d destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining flame cradled in her numb palms. She’d seen how tenderly Simon had cared for his plants. Remembered the look of pride when she’d first discovered the dome and fountain. For him to have smashed all this . . . He must have lost hope. All hope.
Elizabeth Hoyt -
My dad played for a coal-mining team in eastern Ohio; he was a very good pitcher. If he hadn't hurt his arm, he probably would have got a shot somewhere. He hurt his arm one spring, didn't warm up good enough, couldn't throw a fastball anymore. Another coal miner taught him how to throw the knuckleball.
Phil Niekro -
In some ways, I feel like I was Nirvana's biggest fan in the Nineties. I'm sure there are a zillion people who would make that claim, but I was just so passionately in love with the music that it made me feel sick. It made my heart hurt.
Rivers Cuomo Weezer -
So this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings.
Elizabeth Goudge -
Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.
Sarah Dessen