Sarah Dessen

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.

When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All the standard features were there. but the colors, the zigzags and plaids, the bits and pieces that made up me, Halley, weren't yet in place. Scarlett's vibrant reds and golds helped some, but I was still waiting.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

I wondered again why the right thing always seemed to be met with so much resistance, when you'd think it would be the easier path. You had to fight to be virtuous...

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.