Sarah Dessen

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.”

Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, "You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail...they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.”

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. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least it was done.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

She can be anything, Boo told me, and this is what I remember most, her freckled face so solemn, as if she knew she was the first to tell me. And so can you.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.

I was drowning in broad daylight and no one could tell.