“It’s so, so stupid,” she added softly, “what we do to ourselves because we’re afraid. It’s so stupid.” And she kept her head turned, as if I wasn’t even there.
– Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon, page 110
“It’s so, so stupid,” she added softly, “what we do to ourselves because we’re afraid. It’s so stupid.” And she kept her head turned, as if I wasn’t even there.
– Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon, page 110
She picked up her beer and took a swallow, still watching me. Then she said, “Colie, you should never be surprised when people treat you with respect. You should expect it.”
– Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon, page 88
It wasn’t morning. The room was dark, with the moon big and yellow and hanging just where I’d left it in the corner of the window.
– Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon, page 28
But I didn’t hear her, couldn’t, was already gone, turning and walking out the door with the food in my hands to the parking lot before I even knew what was happening. Over the years I had perfected removing myself from situations. It was kind of like automatic pilot; I just shut down and retreated, my brain clicking off before anything that hurt could sink in.
– Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon, page 26
There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you’ve carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.
– Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You, Chapter 12
Something was changing, something I could sense even though I’d never been here before, like the way baby turtles know to go to the water at birth, instinctively. They just know.
– Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You, Chapter 11
He was carrying flowers, his usual, and wearing yet another tweedish, threadbare jacket with patches on the elbows. But this time I didn’t need Scarlett to point out the newest sign of Vlad’s emergence: boots. Not just regular boots either, but big, leather, clunky boots with a thick heel and buckles that I imagined must be clanking loudly with each step, although my window was up and I couldn’t hear them. Warrior boots, poking out from beneath his pants leg as if they’d just walked over the heads of dead opponents.
– Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You, Chapter 10
The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted by Freda’s Voice and the rules are simple:
I heard the patio door slide open, then footsteps as my father walked out onto the deck. A breeze blew in — hot and sticky-wet — before the door slid shut again. When I looked outside, through the glass, he was standing with his back to me, looking up at the few stars visible through the fast-moving clouds.