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Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.
SARAH DESSEN, What Happened to Goodbye?
Love is an excuse to put up with the shit that you shouldn't.
SARAH DESSEN, This Lullaby
So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.
SARAH DESSEN, Just Listen
Silence is so freaking loud.
SARAH DESSEN, Just Listen
Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble.
SARAH DESSEN, Lock and Key
The thing about negotiations, not to mention the manipulation, is you can't go too far in any direction. Refusing once is good, twice is usually okay but a third is risky. You never know when the third person will stop playing and you end up with nothing.
SARAH DESSEN, Lock and Key
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.
SARAH DESSEN, Just Listen
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