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You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.
Sarah Dessen
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Maybe if I'd agreed to do the debutante thing like she wanted. Or taken up pageants instead of riding jump bikes with a bunch of grungy boys. I'd always tell her, why can't I do both? Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?
Sarah Dessen
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Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.
Sarah Dessen
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I seriously doubt that the Santa police do an underwear check." -Cora
Sarah Dessen
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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 the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.
Sarah Dessen
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Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
Sarah Dessen
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You just looked..." she said, searching for the word, "taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know?" I said, "Sa-woon? Oh, come on," she said shaking her head. "Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.
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Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.
Sarah Dessen
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It's so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid.
Sarah Dessen
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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.
Sarah Dessen
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I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.
Sarah Dessen
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Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.
Sarah Dessen
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It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.
Sarah Dessen
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This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn’t just a season or a time but a whole world I’d forgotten. I’d never know until I stepped out into it. So I did.
Sarah Dessen
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Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.
Sarah Dessen
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Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
Sarah Dessen
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He'd always had that fearless optimism that made cynics like me squirm. I wondered if it was enough for both of us. I would never know from here, though. And time was passing. Crucial minutes and seconds, each one capable of changing everything.
Sarah Dessen
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The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.
Sarah Dessen
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With total strangers, it had always been my policy to expect the worst. Usually they-and those that you knew best, for that matter-did not disappoint.
Sarah Dessen
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Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.
Sarah Dessen
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In school, writing was the only thing that really came naturally to me, but it wasn't until college that I realized that I could do it for more than just fun.
Sarah Dessen
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Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.
Sarah Dessen
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I turned and looked into the gas station, where Wes was now paying, as the man who'd driven us looked on. "That's too bad," I said. "It's okay, though," she assured me. "Someday I'll show you an extraordinary boy, Macy. They do exist. You just have to believe me." "Don't worry," I said. "I do.
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There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.
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